There is a Boda boda man with a crooked nose. Everyone knows him.

"Your motorbike has been missing in action around our school.
In the morning, at lunch time and four o'clock, what is the problem?

The boda man with a crooked nose, why don't you carry boys?
You have a problem carrying our brothers in the morning and after school.
When they stop you, you pretend to be busy, rushing to carry those girls.
What is good with girls' money, or you carry them for free?

Boda man with a crooked nose, where did your wife go?
The class six girl in this school, the class seven girl in the other school.
The ones you promised to marry, two at once and made both pregnant at a go.
Both are now out of school, both have a child without a father, wasted their time.

Boda man with a crooked nose, are you sure you don't have AIDS?
You could be a hero now, chasing primary school children,
Who have no knowledge and strength, who need money and rides.
Who have no protection and courage to tell you NO.

Boda man with a crooked nose, who will teach your thousand children,
Who will nurse you when you are old and helpless,
Who will repair your bike and feed your children
If all girls are pregnant, out of school, jobless and poor?

Boda man with a crooked nose, change your ways. The world needs educated girls.