I have been single for generations, crying alone in the desert of love,
Surrounded by pairs of blissful souls from all the four corners of the globe,
Today i’m leaving for a place far away from home, to call upon the power of heavens above,
I’m weary of being solo, i want to see different colours of royal garments on my wardrobe,

I will sit at the pinnacle of the mountain, and tirelessly blow my trumpet,
My ears will listen keenly as the echo fades away into the blue skies,
Let the one who sits high above the firmament decide on my fate, he’ll be my advocate,
For i have made wrong decisions in the past after following the bloody lies of my eyes,

I want my wife to exceed the beauty of Uriah’s wife, Bathsheba, very attractive,
The undeniable beauty that swayed away the heart of David a righteous man,
May her heart burn with aristocracy, like Esther’s, charging the heart of the Persian king Ahasuerus to be hyperactive,
I plead with you my maker, let her be flawless and natural like the daughters of president Salva Kiir of South Sudan.