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.