Add more rice
My appetite exceeds
my ability to pay
Do it for humanity
Do it for your country
For whatever reasons you may find
But please Mama Put
The physicians took my wages
They diagnosed malnutrition
They kicked me out hungrier
And so I am at your mercy
Use your good offices
I beg, Mama put
Some spoonfuls on that mole hill
And make it a mountain
Remember my friends
Your favourite customers
If I stop coming here
They’ll go with me
I don’t mean to threaten
But of starvation, I’m frightened
So mama add more Jollof and a bit of stewed beef
Your mouth like Mama Put
This is business
Not charity
This buka you see
Is my pension and savings plan
Has trained three Graduates
And buried 2 in-laws
So eat what you can afford
Make up the rest with water
For that’s the only thing
That this Mama will Put.