High Heels and Heartbreak

Back in the day,

I was the "African Queen" With my Owo wig and my sharp

machine

I had three boyfriends,

I played them like guitar

Said "No wahala," but I wanted more star

I rejected

Chidi because he wore sandals Said "Na who you think say you

be?" with these hands

I wanted a guy with foreign passport And a Benz car that

can cross the border fast I said,

"My people dey talk too much,

no money"

So I stayed single,

feeling sunny and funny

Now I am thirty-five,

the market is hot The young boys dey scatter,

they don’t give me shot I look at my friends,

their babies dey cry

While I dey drink Zobo under the sky They say,

"Madam, why you

no marry?" I say,

"E don pass, the

good ones are gone!"

Now I’m looking for husband,

but the supply is gone

At thirty-eight, I tried to settle down Met a man named Emeka,

wearing a crown

Of thinning hair, but he had a house In Lekki Phase One,

without any blouse I looked at his bank account,

it was low He said,

"I love you," but I said "No go"

"I need a man with dollar in his pocket Not just Naira,

which we all know

Dey inflate like balloon when rain fall" So I sent him away,

I gave him the call

To stay distant, keep him far away While I watched my youth

slip into decay

Now I am forty-two,

the pressure dey mount

My mother dey ask,

"When you go count?"

My sisters got husbands,

their houses full of noise

I dey sit alone with my expensive toys I see a young

boy, twenty-five years old

With shiny teeth and a story told But he wants a girl

who fit dance for club

I am too tired,

I cannot rub Against the grain,

I want peace and quiet But the quiet husband is already tied

up tight

Now I am forty-two,

the options are few The princes are busy,

breaking the glue With girls half my age,

fresh and new I used to hold out for the perfect view

Now I’ll take any man with a job!

Yeah, I’ll take any man with a job!

So here I am,

with my high heels on Looking for love before I get gone

I reject the nice guys with their humble hearts Because I want

a king, not just a parts But the kings are married,

the dukes are taken And I’m left wondering how life was shaken

Oh, if only I had chosen Chidi back then

Before I let my pride be the main man