In the music

There is no way
You sing my oriki
That you will fail
To twist my head upside down
It’s the song that touches me
At the very depth of my soul
A genre personalised
To meet my needs
Whatever they are.
I willingly empty my pockets
When you call me out
Okeke, Ajoke
A girl born at a time like this
Sorely for lavish attention and loving
The doorway to a household of wealth.
Nothing can diminish my excitement
I can dance from here to the forest of dancers
Even if you arrange tiny nail under my feet

Bose.