OJORO

Come,

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

 

Come,

Let me whisper sweet things to you about Ojoro.