Where I come from, we are thought to fight

Fight for food, water and even life

But here things so different

Things so easy, things not much difficult

I begin to relax and speak how I speak

But they don’t understand me

So I have to learn

To be like one of them, I have to go away from my people

I have to become a tokumbo person

Decisions! Decisions!!

I should tell you, but I won’t

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