I am in conflict with myself- the whole society.
What is wrong with these people?
When they do something and I say it,
They say I am quarrelsome.
When I do not say it,
They say I can’t stand up for myself.
Ah Mama, I am tired;
I am tired of these people!
Ah! And me too,
When they say it, then I start to worry.
When I pick trotro, they call me trotro girl;
When I bought my car, they said I was too known.
Now, I am walking in the sun
tired; sweating; straining; burning-
I want them to stop saying things
But no. Now, they are pointing; laughing; teasing.
aaah! Mεni sane po nε?!
When I laugh with them,
They say I don’t respect.
When I keep quiet,
They say I’m anti-so.
Ah Mama, Mama I am tired.
I am tired of these people.
When I wear beautiful clothes with shinny dangling things,
They say I am showing off.
When I wear rugg’ed things,
They say I’m a fool.
When I wear short skirt, they say “w’asεe”.
When I wear loose long things, they call me colo.
Mama, what should I do now?
Not wear things at all?
Tufia! They will stone me like Mary-Magdalene
And will Jesus come to save me?
Oooh! There is no Jesus here!
There are only Jewish people who will be
unqualified to cast their first stones.
Not even a single f)bit’e
But mama, they will stone me!
Stone me till I die!
And their own ashawo will remain a secret to be found
And stoned by other ashawos
And again… And again…