forthcoming dreams // shakara time

And at that stricken time
when the peace hour strikes soul
cold chills of winter long gone
blocked river pores shedding out water
birds of deep blue spring now awakened
I pray then, I recollect my sky bound thoughts;
my dreams of making it in America: accomplished

Wen dust don comot
Person gats see well well
I mean wen person body don free
Free from casala, ah last
Why den i no go shakara?
Abeg tell me why?
Tell me why man no go flex
Abeg tell me why?
Tell my why man no go shakara