They called me ugly
And I believed it
I never grew my hair
But deliberately kept it low
Very low and ugly
Wherever I turned ,
They called me ugly
Ugly, ugly , ugliana ! Ho !
The only credence to beauty
I owed
Was a posh Igbo name
Now , I have begun to make my hair
Make my hair
And well,
And my world renown hairdresser
World renown hairdresser
Have you met her yet ?
Makes me Valerie
Petunia
Rosamund
Rosabelle
And oh ! Sometimes Lillyville
My only problem is
She is not always available
Not always available
Then ,
My misfortune happens
A wayside hairdresser
Whose fame spans a million beautiful hair styles
A million beautiful hair styles
Turns me into
Ekemma
Nkwómma
Sometimes , Nwanke - ekemezie
On occasion Iya Basira
At other times
Monsieur Takas
I will survive all of them by Jove
Nwanna Okeke
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