Ejuma y3 wai

Brown skin, glistening in the sun
Puddles of sweat and toil at his feet
He looks up sharply at the clap of thunder
Sighed when he saw just a bull dozer smacking a boulder
Work is good, Ejuma y3
Let your hands provide your body with its air
Its source of existence and growth

Dried heels, crackling at every step
Blue bird slippers with the punch hole in the middle
She turns quickly when she hears the cry
Runs as fast as those holed blue birds will allow
Work is good, Ejuma y3 paa
Smile at the pesewa you get from your labour
Enjoy your fruits, no matter how meager

Clanks of metal hitting metal
Heat waves circling and circling at one spot
They stop when they hear her cry
Wipe hands on oil cloth and head out for the chophouse
Work is good, Ejuma y3 wati
Take a break and enjoy some good tasty waakye
Drink some pure water; leave some for the heat patches

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