Nnayi, calm down!

It was good for me
That you turned me down
Because my skin was black
And I wasn’t enough for you
It was good for me
That you refused to help
Even though you had more than enough
And I had to crawl to abundance
It was good for me
That I learnt to love the hard way
More like swallowing pellets
Of uncooked rice and salted stones.
The tunnel’s end is usually very bright
Goodness every where, if you care for it
Who said that! Bose, calm down .

Bose.