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I do not know what happened 
before I became a singer, yet Agbozo says
we are where we all belong on this earth

they say the dog does not birth a child in public, 
to whom should I give my song in this hot noonday
when some say I should cover my face with my hands
that good things of this world some have it others don’t
that is why Agbayiza tells the wayfarers 
we are at where we all belong on this earth

yesterday, I carried my sorrows on my shoulders
like a net but I met an evil god on the sea at Azizanu
so I came home with my sorrows on my shoulders
and told the people in the town that the sea was bad
Agbayiza, listen to me, in the middle of my speech
all mad dogs of Agbogbloshie chased me to Ghostland

The royal palm says he does not talk in vain
it is the whirlwind that provoked him
what made bats to hide in eaves and come out at night
is known only to the Creator God and not us

Kofiloto, lets cry together, I’m a pilgrim of sorrow 
tossed in this wide world with nobody to hear me
they say what happened to you yesterday
and your wives run away to marry strangers
has become the flood waters ravaging my farmstead 
and now people want the son of the eagle
to turn a beggar in the market square

Why is Afitor and her people bellowing, yearling fuming
like a hippo, like a voice of thunder angry like a smallpox god 
terrorizing people in every stead, in every market square 
maybe I’m like a swallow imprisoned in the rafters of the rich
and they want to kill it and throw it onto the dunghill
but Agbozo, when the sea dries can’t you walk home
or when the market is closed don’t the sellers go home
it's always the useless dancer who blames the drummers

Akpalu once said, he lives his life in an anthill
That termites are his next door neighbors
Should anyone wish to love him that person should know
He is not alone, he lives with termites in his anthill
You said this tree is barren; it has no shade for your tired self
Why then are you wailing that it denied you comfort in the sun 
Or maybe the wailing is for your regrets

It was Kamasa who said he wished the diviner could tell him
why one mother gave birth to four children
one is A?uefunawo, another is Gb?gbl?bu, 
one is Deafeamekp? and the other is Enuemekpe 
N?vinyewo, we are where we all belong on this earth
when they birth me the priest did not know I’ll survive
so you too is surprised I didn’t turn a beggar at the market square
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