(Opening song twice) The year I turned thirty-four, I came of age—again. My best friend then called it a midlife crisis; I knew it as metamorphosis. I was transitioning. My life mirrored the journey of

I spent a night watching skyscrapers, Some say they rise in a thousand days or more, I watch through my fingers their ascension to the stars, And my inner eyes

Where do the rivers lie? Do we run to the mouth of the Niger or the bank of river Benue do we crawl along the Zambezi or wash our wounds

The year I turned thirty four I came of age, again My best friend then called it a midlife crisis I knew I was transitioning My life mirrored the journey