Thick stains and patches everywhere,
You wonder what it is as they look old, black and dry.
But for the litters, machetes, the torn clothes that hangs on the iron at the sharp bend corner blown everywhere by the wind; the slippers - one here, the other farther away;
The trace of a slip like the splash of oil and paint on the canvas of an artist with the rushed trace of wet brush over it.
Burnt tyres, torn stalls, broken glasses...
You wonder what it is as they look old, black and dry.
But for the litters, machetes, the torn clothes that hangs on the iron at the sharp bend corner blown everywhere by the wind; the slippers - one here, the other farther away;
The trace of a slip like the splash of oil and paint on the canvas of an artist with the rushed trace of wet brush over it.
Burnt tyres, torn stalls, broken glasses...
And then you imagine it all,
How that man coming from work got in the middle of it.
He never could have imagined what he saw - catastrophe!
That woman who had her baby strapped to her back.
She was coming from the market, the day didn't start out like this she thought-
It was clear and bright but now the cloud had turned red!
And then you imagine it all - more....
How that man coming from work got in the middle of it.
He never could have imagined what he saw - catastrophe!
That woman who had her baby strapped to her back.
She was coming from the market, the day didn't start out like this she thought-
It was clear and bright but now the cloud had turned red!
And then you imagine it all - more....
The man running as fast as he could
Maybe not as fast as he thought but he gave it his whole strength.
He ran with thoughts and images of his pregnant wife at home.
All he wanted was to get home- but he didn't- couldn't...
His blood splashed every where as the machete drop him from behind.
Maybe not as fast as he thought but he gave it his whole strength.
He ran with thoughts and images of his pregnant wife at home.
All he wanted was to get home- but he didn't- couldn't...
His blood splashed every where as the machete drop him from behind.
That woman at the sight of the clash threw her groceries away,
She held her baby tight, took her off her back and tied her to her chest,
Running, screaming, crying and thinking of her other three children-
She was going to pick them from school, take them home and cook for them.
All she wanted was to get there- but she didn't - couldn't...
Her scarf got stuck on the iron, her baby was going to drop;
She struggled and tore it off to free herself but...
She held her baby tight, took her off her back and tied her to her chest,
Running, screaming, crying and thinking of her other three children-
She was going to pick them from school, take them home and cook for them.
All she wanted was to get there- but she didn't - couldn't...
Her scarf got stuck on the iron, her baby was going to drop;
She struggled and tore it off to free herself but...
I sighed and quietly whispered a prayer or could it be a wish?
That heaven pour down and wash away these fears,
That the dew settle in and feel our hearts with care,
That the sun rise up fast and make it all fade away,
That morning burst on us and lead our hearts to find love again.
That the dew settle in and feel our hearts with care,
That the sun rise up fast and make it all fade away,
That morning burst on us and lead our hearts to find love again.
Titilayo Adenuga
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