I
carry
paper,
I
carry
brain
But
dem
dey
look
another
thing
Hear
my
cry,
abeg...
I
wake
up
early,
iron
my
gown
Waka-waka
all
over
Naija
From
Lagos,
Port
Harcourt
My
shoe
don
tear
under
the
hot
I
enter
office,
submit
my
degree
Oga
look
my
chest,
look
my
yansh,
look
my
body
E
say
"Baby
girl,
you
fine
"If
you
want
this
job,
you
Omo,
see
wahala,
see
Naija!
My
CV
no
be
bed
space
My
brain
dey
work,
I
no
Why
I
must
sell
my
body
for
job?
Tears
on
my
paper,
pain
in
my
head
Odogwu,
look
my
work,
no
look
my
breast
I
stand
on
my
feet,
I
no
dey
cry,
we
go
stand
tall
Even
when
the
rain
dey
fall
They
think
beauty
But
na
our
future
we
dey
seek
They
lock
the
door,
they
want
to
touch,
We
say
"No!",
we
don
suffer
My
qualification
na
my
handwork
and
sweat
I
swear
to
God,
I
go
survive
this
threat!
My
CV
no
be
bed
space,
oga!
My
brain
dey
work,
I
no
be
sextoy,
oga!
Why
I
must
sell
my
body
for
job?
Tears
on
my
paper,
pain
in
my
Odogwu,
look
my
work,
no
look
my
breast
I
stand
on
my
feet,
I
no
dey
run
this
race!
No
be
by
force
My
brain
over
beauty