Written by Baffa Hussaini Gantsa
One day I will go and tell the world
Of how the world sunk to a bottomless pit
Of how we were caged like prisoners of war
Amidst the four corners of our rooms.
If I get to survive this sporadic shot
Of this creature shy of naked eyes
I will tell the world how we cope with growling stomachs
Roaring like a thunderstorms to eternity.
If I get to survive this, I shall go through memory lane
And tap from time’s mountain where death hunts
With baits of breeze we breathe as we sojourn in isolation
Waking up with mournful news of departed souls.
If we get to survive this, I will tell the world
Of how schools and markets tied a knot of enmity with men
Of how the streets are silenced from booming noises of engines
For that was the time when the world was on its knees.
One day I will tell the world of how we survived
I will bare my heart like a plain paper
And pen those songs we wrote with our tears
Mourning the death of our grey hairs as they bid us an adieu.