I don't celebrate the rising of the sun
Neither do I sulk over its setting thereof
But shall a'laz be wowed by the Supreme genius behind them
The rain comes in its season whether I care or not
All I know is that I've no hand in droughts or cyclones
When Providence has it all predetermined
I won't be found commemorating mothers' day
Or pretending to know anything about fathers ‘day
But all that matters's the father n' mother in the day
There's nothing for me in women's day
As if I care if we men have any day of our own
But I honour the men and women of great renown in the day
8 March 2022
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