They say distances makes the heart
fonder, but it makes mine lonely.
Three months on a steamer,
sailing and waving.
Distances bring sickness to the soul.
I wish you were home with me,
as I caress you on this cold night.
I know you had to travel for the love of a higher learning,
which the Oyinbo men speak of,
but how do you expect me to wait
for ages before you arrive into my arms?
Send me postcards of the Oyinbo’s land,
for I hear its streets are paved with headlights
that illuminates the night.
Never discard your culture for the Oyinbos’,
for I hear they are rude and have a tooth for chocolates.
My love,
I am just a man with nothing to offer but my love.
Never discard me and flee to another
in the haste of romance and riches.
My love,
I shall patiently await for you,
as I expect you to arrive one day at my
doorstep, with a warm embrace from you,
smiling over accomplishments fulfilled.
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