Mama…
They
said
four
hundred
naira
was
all
that
was
left.
Four
hundred
naira…
Four
children…
And
a
mother
who
refused
to
let
poverty
write
our
story.
You
took
one
hundred
for
me,
One
hundred
for
my
brother,
One
hundred
for
my
sister,
One
hundred
for
your
last
child…
But
Mama…
You
gave
us
more
than
money.
You
gave
us
a
future. ⸻
Verse 1
When
our
father
closed
his
eyes,
And
the
world
became
so
cold,
There
were
four
of
us
beside
you,
And
a
story
left
untold.
Four
hundred
in
your
hands,
But
courage
in
your
heart,
You
looked
at
four
little
children
And
said, “
We
will
never
fall
apart.”
One
hundred
for
each
child,
But
you
multiplied
it
somehow,
With
your
two
hands
and
your
faith,
Look
at
where
we
are
now.
You
had
no
silver,
You
had
no
gold,
But
Mama,
you
had
a
heart
That
would
never
let
us
go. ⸻
Pre-Chorus
When
the
road
became
too
heavy,
You
carried
us
anyway.
When
the
night
refused
to
end,
You
became
our
day.
You
cried
where
we
couldn’
t
see
you,
Then
smiled
when
we
came
around.
You
were
fighting
silent
battles
Just
to
keep
us
standing
strong. ⸻
Chorus
Mama
Beatrice,
look
at
us
now,
See
the
seeds
that
you
planted
somehow.
From
four
hundred
naira
To
dreams
reaching
the
sky,
You
gave
us
a
reason
to
live,
A
reason
to
try.
Mama
Beatrice,
this
song
is
for
you,
For
everything
you
gave,
For
everything
you
went
through.
You
didn’
t
have
much,
But
you
gave
us
your
all.
You
raised
four
children
And
refused
to
let
us
fall. ⸻
Verse 2
There
were
days
the
cupboard
was
empty,
There
were
nights
you
had
no
rest,
But
somehow
you
found
tomorrow
When
today
had
given
less.
You
fought
for
our
education,
You
fought
for
our
dreams,
You
fought
battles
in
silence
That
nobody
else
could
see.
You
never
sold
your
love,
You
never
walked
away,
Even
when
life
was
cruel,
You
still
chose
to
stay.
You
gave
us
your
last,
You
gave
us
your
strength,
You
stretched
a
little
money
Until
it
went
the
distance.
And
if
anybody
asks
me
What
a
miracle
looks
like…
I’
ll
point
at
my
mother
And
say, “
That’
s
my
miracle.” ⸻
Pre-Chorus 2
You
were
mother
and
father,
You
were
shelter
and
home.
When
everybody
disappeared,
You
made
sure
we
weren’
t
alone.
You
held
our
hands
through
the
storms,
You
taught
us
how
to
stand.
You
turned
little
into
plenty
With
nothing
but
your
hands. ⸻
Chorus
Mama
Beatrice,
look
at
us
now,
See
the
seeds
that
you
planted
somehow.
From
four
hundred
naira
To
dreams
reaching
the
sky,
You
gave
us
a
reason
to
live,
A
reason
to
try.
Mama
Beatrice,
this
song
is
for
you,
For
everything
you
gave,
For
everything
you
went
through.
You
didn’
t
have
much,
But
you
gave
us
your
all.
You
raised
four
children
And
refused
to
let
us
fall.
And
now
the
years
are
passing,
And
your
children
have
grown…
But
Mama,
please
remember,
You
will
never
grow
old
alone.
Every
degree
is
your
victory.
Every
smile
is
your
reward.
Every
child
you
raised
with
love
Is
a
testimony
to
your
God.
Those
one
hundred
naira
notes
Could
never
buy
what
you
gave.
Because
you
didn’
t
just
feed
four
children…
You
built
four
lives.
You
didn’
t
just
send
us
to
school…
You
opened
four
doors.
You
didn’
t
just
raise
children…
You
created
a
legacy.
Mama…
If
I
could
turn
back
the
years,
I’
d
find
that
woman
you
were…
Standing
with
four
children,
Four
hundred
naira,
And
a
heart
full
of
fear…
But
still
saying, “
We
will
be
alright.”
And
Mama…
We
are
alright.
Because
you
were
there.
Mama
Beatrice,
look
at
us
now!
See
the
harvest
from
your
labour
somehow.
From
four
hundred
naira
You
planted
a
tree,
And
the
branches
of
your
sacrifice
Are
reaching
eternity.
Mama
Beatrice,
today
we
celebrate
you,
Every
scar,
every
tear,
Every
battle
you
fought
through.
You
gave
us
your
youth,
You
gave
us
your
strength,
You
gave
us
your
heart
When
you
had
nothing
left.
And
if
we
become
anything
beautiful
In
this
life
that
we
live…
Mama,
remember—
A
part
of
it
is
you. ⸻
Outro
Happy
birthday,
Mama.
You
took ₦400…
And
gave
four
children
a
future.
You
had
four
children…
But
you
became
a
whole
world
to
us.
And
no
birthday
cake,
No
flowers,
No
money,
No
song…
Could
ever
be
enough
To
repay
a
woman
Who
gave
us
everything.
Mama
Beatrice…
We
love
you.
We
honour
you.
We
celebrate
you.
And
with
every
breath
we
take…
We
thank
God
for
you.
Happy
birthday,
Mama.
Our
first
home.
Our
strongest
woman.
Our
forever
blessing. ❤️