I am from Benin in Nigeria!
But out of Egypt came my ancestors.
They settled in Nigeria out of love,
And the Assyrians know my identity as well;
And like Bronze, Sculptures and Terracotta.
The mask on my face is to tell you a story,
With Ivory, Slaves and Gold as part of the trade;
And with greetings from the White Volta and the Black Volta,
And like King Mansa Musa of Mali! !
But, the Portuguese came for Gold and Slaves on the West Coast of Africa.
But in that day,The calf and the young lion will live together!And you will understand my true identity.
For the man in the mirror is like,The woman in the mirror as well!
For my words are thge words of peace,And like your forgotten land of joy.Stubborn, born, no stub, tub, sub, but, torn, tons, not, on, son;And like the ways of your life in the land of your muse!But try to learn and be better off;For the shadows of the trees are now behind you! !Hearted, hate,…
And we made sweet love!But the glory of the night started with your kiss.
For Rooney is in the country of love and,I have the bulls and the goats around.
I am the strong donkey lying down between the two saddles,And like the acacia wood in the forest.My eyes are darken than wine and,My teeth are whiter than milk;But you came out of the fire and made love to me.Terror and dread,The horse and the rider had been thrown into the sea!For the encyclopaedia is…
