We talk about corruption On the road to Ibadan You play the peacemaker To build a bridge between us We plan this trip away I warned you I would be distant But you coax and you charm Like a clearing in the trees Like footsteps Walk on a grave It’s in the soil The ghosts of the ancestors surround us Do I start to see you? In the furrow of my brow In the ebony eyes you gave me Do I tell the children? That you gave me my first drink But I could never own you For you raged and hid And you didn’t leave a trace Like footsteps Walking on a grave It’s in the soil The ghosts of the ancestors surround us