Morning after morning he wakes
Stride after stride he takes
To the junction, the final destination
Where the attaya brews and the jamba stinks
That is the destination, morning after morning.
He sits, and he stares as the smoke fills the air,
Nyabi neeh na, he says to his friends,
Drawing in back the smoke as he splifs
The roach goes around the boys
The conversation begins,
Boy deka dara neku fi one says,
Another nods in agreement, ‘deng wara tuki’
The conversation livens up as the roach is tossed into the guuter,
As a range sports car passes
A ‘chaa’ ‘ haaye’ comes from their lips
‘Range bu gena bad bi lai wache’ says one
‘wahati kor’, haral beng duga rek son dang ga tiit sah, another choruses.
