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Sometimes, better to dig it up
Right from the root
And expose it to daylight
Cos' it's not good for a man to sleep all day
And not wake up to his responsibilities

It's not normal
If he pushes his wife out to the street
To hustle and to fend for the family
My son
Something has gone terribly wrong

The head has been cut-off
The crown of honour removed
You can no longer tame your own wife
when she goes ire
Shouting on top of the roof

I feed you, cloth you,
Go out all day to work
And you lay back at home
Can't pick up a stick of broom
Can't sweep the house
You didn't clean the toilet
You didn't wash the dishes
You are good for nothing

My son
Which ear can hear these things and not tingle
Which stomach can take it and not have diarrhea

For nothing kills a man so quickly than a wife's abuse
It's more poisonous than a viper's sting
It's like a dagger stabbed deep into his heart
When a wife crosses her legs very tight
And refuse to open for her own husband
It's not normal,  It's not right

My son
Something has gone terribly wrong
She has found another man
She has found a love nest
A home away from home

She returns late, goes to night vigil
And before your very eyes
Your wife flirt around
Selling her own body
And buying pity with her tongues
My husband is dead
He is no longer a man
 He's now a ghost of himself

My son
Which brain can ponder on these things
And not have migraine
Which eyes can see such abomination
And not weep blood

When a man is weak and listless
When his energy fails him
When he withdraws from the fight for life
And give up trying
It means his head has been captured
And now he's a walking corpse

All misfortune has root
There is no smoke without fire
So dig deep, right into the root
To discover the true cause of your failures

My son
It could be arrows from enemies within
There's no medicine that can cure ancestral curse
None can cure a father's curse
When a man soil his hands in murky waters
When his wife cooks up concoction that turn him into a nincompoop

When a step mother's witchcraft enchantments
Keep steering his soul in a pot of fire
There's no medicine man that can deliver him from the spell
Except by fasting and praying
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