Let me whisper somethings to you about Ojoro
Ojoro is not my friend, it is loud and angry
Ojoro runs between the legs and sleeps in my tummy
Ojoro likes to dance when I’m happy, it likes to dance when I’m not
Ojoro hates the cold and falls asleep when it’s burning
Ojoro doesn’t play with boys, it doesn’t play with boys
Ojoro needs strong girls that have given up on their toys
Let me whisper sweet things to you about Ojoro.