Crying alone in solitude,

Thinking about how the world has turned against you,

Thinking how everyone has dejected you and,

Na you wey e matter worse pass.

But you don think am like this?

Some dey morgue

Some never chop for days,

Mad man dey roam for street,

Orphans dey orphanage...,

Infact if we bring our matter for table, you go leave your own, carry another pesin matter.

Know say you no dey for this matter alone,be grateful to a maker who has been a faithful caretaker.

Take a chill pill and Praise.