Last Born’s Master Plan

Wana wakes up like, “Mummy where you going?”

Following her everywhere, the loyalty is showing

She’ll shout “I’m the last born!” even though she’s lying—

But argue with her? Hmm, better try later, she’s frying… chili. 🌶️😆

Chorus

Oh Wana, Wana, mummy’s girl on replay

Calling all her sisters like “Where you going today?”

What time you coming back? And bring shawarma my way!

If we don’t pick up the phone— aiya, judgment day!

Verse 2

She cracks jokes daily, our house comedian

Chatty like a radio, advice like a guardian

But let us misbehave? She’s telling mum again—

She reports like ZICTA, no warning, amen!

Bridge

And oh! If she talks insurance, we just nod and smile

Actuarial science? She can lecture for a while

General insurance this… premium value that…

We don’t understand nada, but we still clap!

(Final Chorus)

Oh Wana, Wana, chili queen of the clan

Laughs like sunshine, jokes hotter than a pan

Saying she’s the last born— that’s her master plan

But sha! Buy her shawarma fast… before she calls mum again!