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.