E Mu Numba

E mu Numba E mu Numba Pick your number Right in your dream Or from the whispers Of the mad woman who lives Sane by the garbage heap. E mu numba The young and old Whose riches have been foretold By numbers in red and blue Crucified on the walls of the lotto shops And on large crimson screens. E mu numba Those naira notes swallowing machines Only defecate ribbons of papers With the destiny of woes in print Naira by naira keeps disappearing While new numbers keep appearing Can’t you see you are going mad Starving foolishly on fad? You now ask what numbers people see in their dreams What time people’s appointments were fixed And what number the mad woman by the road bellowed They are jacking your pot while you keep dreaming of a jackpot. E mu numba Brother pick yours too Like it were some diamond stone Or some investment notes Since your father passed it on to you So you should be proud passing it on to your kids. O ya r-e-s-i Baba o ni k-a-l-o-k-a-l-o Get more water to fill the basket While you starve your children Feed the machine with your savings And wait foolishly for your cravings. Houses are bought over On every conspicuous corners To summon people like you That dream of riches From the betting houses To offer to it your loyalty of lasting penury. How much have you made? What bond binds you to this altar? To sell of your innocence and humility While you keep returning with more offerings. Remember when the devil gives you a hen Be ready to slaughter an elephant at his den