He says it's not that we don't want to be alive. - Ola Rotimi

You do me great wrong, therefore to think that, like a rock in the middle of a lake, forever cooled by flowing waters, I do not know, and cannot know the sun's hotness that burns and dries up the open land.

Large-faced, burly hunk of choice meat and big bones. He is affluently attired although with a touch of the bumpkin.

If you think you can drum for my downfall, and hope that, drum will sound, then your head is not good.