Please can someone talk to Maami, To allow me marry the person I love


With joy I told mama I don get the bride
Her tribe and name she demanded
Amarachi sweet angel, an Igbo ladies
God forbid I can’t trade you for Biafra girls with heavy bride price
But mama we are human before tribe
No son! God knew our tribe before creating us

Mama what of Ndinamsomfon from Akwa ibom
I learnt they know how to cook and can satisfy their man on bed
Woo (look) Demola, they are all Igbo
Look else where for your bride
Chai mama this thing no good oo
If the thing no good Demola throw it away

But look mama, what about Aminat
The Hausa girl that brought you Christmas wrapper
Over my dead body! So that girl is an Hausa girl
I thought she is a Muslim girl oo
You want them to slaughter you for me abi
But mama you love her with the wrapper now
See the wrapper is still inside my wardrobe
Give it to her when you see her

Alalake nko,
That Modakeke girl with tribal mark
Soo wo were (hope you are not mad)
Have you forgotten you are from Ife
Though the war is long years over
But the injury can never heal
If you have to marry Modakeke lady
Then be ready to disown me as your mama

Killing the unity of this nation
Many say we can never divide
But we are divided in our heart
Igbo can’t marry Hausa
Yoruba can’t date Igbo
Please can someone talk to Maami
To allow me marry the person I love

Written by Lebile Melt Tosin


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I am the Founder and Executive Editor of Core Magazine. I hold a Bachelors Degree in History and International Studies from Bowen University. I am the Author of "DARE TO RESEARCH". I have written and published over 16 Academic Research Articles. I believe in an ideal that all persons irrespective of their race, class or status can influence the society with creative writings and constructive thoughts to the point where they can succeed and develop their skills to seize rare opportunities.

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