How are you?
How are you? In the night that lead to a Friday I saw you in comatose during my nightmare From then it was just a matter of hours but I feel like in a century of quagmire The picture keep reappearing of those moment in Transylvania When I asked they said you were in comatose and that pushed me to the state of insomnia I hallucinate but all I captured was your grinning lips in myopia How are you? I know I saw you moving alone and they said am suffering from amnesia But the folks around you also suffers Romantiphobia But they chased me away from you that was xenophobia With pride I will take you down to my homeland northern Nigeria Musha fura da nono lokacin mulkin Buharia With that company you think not about them like you are suffering from amnesia