By: Uthman Azeez Where's the money, From the hive, there isn't always honey, And yet, all time and every time, home is expecting the money, I want to make her smile, my mama, even my friend's mummy, To pay the price of motherhood to them more than the once off I'll pay the dowry, But see life, how hard it's feary, in sadness we gnash, I'm teary, But who do I tell how hard it's, It has been off though, and we chase everyday for the coming to be at ease, A soldier without a gun I'm, I keep fighting for the bakery, not crumb, I really can't be at ease,