The cry of a child is so sweet to the ears of a mother; but nuisance to many. When all was asleep, how could mama sleep, for I am awake. Your breast soothed me, until sleep took over me, over the years, mother, I have come to conclude, mother, "No one be like you, sweet mother" How could I forget you, mother: "for the suffer wey you suffer for me" When all lost hope in me, your hope in me never waned a bit. "No one be like you, sweet mother"