Maitama

Written by: ololade omololu

Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i'll always weep,
when i remember maitama.

For our culture has put us asunder,
it required from us a price.
What greater price has love,
than to lay its life for one.

As cold winds of harmattan upon a dry lips,
so is the absence of your love a whip upon my soul.
As the rains floods our village with waters,
so those happiness floods my spirit with the thought of you.

My love and my life,
wish i could make you my wife.
Art thou still in thy father's bosom?
or in the arms of a stranger?

Maitama i remember,
as i sit by the coast of Niger.
There i 'll always weep,
whenever i remember Maitama