Mama born no fool,
The slogan in your head so full,
With charisma you carry yourself,
Behold the queen, African woman of style.

Mine fine daughter,
If powers I had, a bull I'd slaughter,
To show you how high I hold you,
For you are my own copy so true.

Daughter, today this letter I pen,
This world so large I compress,
To fit my advice to you my daughter,
For as a mother I ought not to fail.

Mine fine daughter,
The world...