Thula Mama Mama.

Thula Mama, Thula Mama, Thula Mama Mama, Thula Mama Tomorrow it's going to be better. Tomorrow it's going to be better to climb, Mama. Thula Mama, Thula Mama.

Say Bye, Mom. Bye, Mom.

Mother... Mother what?

Mama.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Mama!

Mama !

Mother ...

Mama?

Mama!

Mom?

Mama!

Mamma Mia!

Onicha Yes, mama.

Wha What's that?

Yes, Momma.

Where's Mummy?

Stories like this can bring the police to our door.

Mama, look.

Thanks, Mama.

Mama Augustine.

Mama Luke.

Mama Luke.

Right, Mama?

Mama... come closer.

What's wrong, Mama?

How's Mama?

Please, Mama.

Answer him, Mama.

Oh, Mama.

Hush, Mama.

Mom, he's waiting for me.

Mom, peepee.

Hush!

Aw, Mama. Get in there now.

Yes, Momma.

Ma don't like Indian fighting, says it's silly.

Thula Mama, Thula Mama, Thula Mama, Thula Mama. Through the mist of the tears in your eyes on my childhood memory, I know the truth in your smile, I know the truth in your smile, piercing through the gloom of my ignorance. Oh, there is a mama lying down sleeping you're very ill and your heart crying. Wondering, wondering, wondering, wondering where is this world coming to. Is it right the children have to fend for themselves?

It fluctus up, Mama.

Mama, how you doing?

Max. Hey, Mama.

Mama's that way.

Bobby Okay, Mom.

Ma'am? Her friend is coming.