Africa's King of reptiles
The pretty black Mamba
Fast and furious
Venomous and slithery
Bites in quick succession
Faster than you can react
If you cross their path
Prepare for war
So also my Sweet mother
My survival, her priority
She laboured that i may live
My Sweet Black Mamba
You are my ultimate champion
With African mothers
We never really grow up
Even when we have grown up.
My mother my gist partner
My number one fan
My soothing voice of comfort
I love you like "Kilode"
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