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letra de johnny to libya - plasthic slash & greham

[verse: plasthic slash]
john was born in the late eighties for bundu waterside
to one frail lady wey some say do juju for her guy
edo babe, itohan, she go lodge with nembe man
preye wey be basketball freak, staunch dikembe fan
them two die on their way to burial, boat mishap
make preye sisters carry john na, them dey both miscap
after back and forth arguments for like thirteen days
five-year old john move in with grandma for marine base
five feet stella, dry fish seller for creek road market
fit and strong-willed woman not some weak, old margaret
only child of his parents, life tore them apart
grandma stella send john to primary school for bernard carr
then on to comprehensive, then a course in uniport
would’ve loved to be a footballer but he wasn’t good in sport
served in awka, came back, got a job, intercontinental bank
but in two years he lost it, felt like a monumental prank
that mass retrenchment when the bank was acquired by access
who promised to keep them on but still fired their asses
spent years doing odd jobs, plumbing and cab driving
then one day, one of his cousins came running with bad tidings
daughter of his aunt, the one wey born plenty pikin
said grandma died in her sleep, gone twenty fifteen
meanwhile john done dey reason move to italy for sometime
since him see him friend jude dey groove for sicily online
sequel to grandma stella’s death, his mind was made up
rued not visiting her much since the time he was laid off
he made moves, a plug came through, it was the same dude
that helped jude get to libya, due to ply the same route
soon as grandma was buried, sold all his good stuff and took off
road trip to katsina was neither too soft nor too rough
fruitful journey, ate lots of paw paw and ripe mangoes
two days after him leave, the bobo arrived zango
border town, watched a game, gijon and alaves been play
one night’s rest then the trip’s on to agadez, niger
busful of europe-bound hopefuls
he thought the journey’d end before you could pr-nounce global
but it lasted all day and half the night
“go with cisse, the best people-smuggler if your cash is right
’cause many die in the sahara”, na wetin him plug advise
so he paid those huge cfa francs like the other guys
cisse knows the sahara like his own bedroom
scar from an old head wound, car with no leg room
thirty people in his truck plus our nigerian brother
took three days to cross the desert, reach the libyan border
from convoy of twenty trucks, fourteen sets got spared
six broke down in the desert, some teams left for dead
death knocked on john’s door but he refused to back down
at last, they reached their destination, a large house in qatroun
[outro: xplain d don]
from the collection house to sabha to tripoli
a thousand dollar perilous trip on a small lampalampa into europe was proposed
death flashed many times across john’s eyes as he stood on the beach
oh, then he knew there was no place like home
but he’s come this far, why turn back now?
he thought about his family back home and his naive brothers and sisters
oblivious of the perils surrounding such journeys in search of greener pastures
“what is it all worth?”, he asked
“a johnny just come risking hypothermia on the sea? huh! nah! could never be me.”
so there comes his u-turn
you live and you learn. you leave and you learn

- plasthic slash greham

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