Till he said to me in tears:
“Don’t ever get a mod fears”.
I got your pictures in pairs,
The pairs don’t make fears,
It’s been one hundred and one years
Your presence don’t appear
So, where will it reappear?
At fifty, I still remember
How you slept cover,
You went none-none near
Know where spirit bear.
Granddad too said he is
Coming to meet you.
Have you seen him?
He too has denied coming back,
He took away all sacks,
I lost were he’s cover?
Can you hear me?
Can you send an email?
Can you send me you wedded city?
Can you send me your telephone?
Ah-ah-I forget, you know
Not these
They are the latest in the village,
Learn it ok that we can
Communion, in corps and air
You left some one-hundred twenty
The village has been catastrophe’
Women are brightness.
This should sadden thee.
I have learnt like the sons of
Jacob; you left no “big man”
No “big man” no “work”.
This is the misfortune village
You left nothing, I have nothing.
There is a killing man,
Killing men, your men, our men,
Is he from your land?
He is HIV/AIDS.
He should be killed
Killers should be killed
People of this village want to kill ‘em
Sir U.N, Mr and Mrs NGO!
This man is destructive,
AIDS aids your sons to be cor’d.
He killed Tar, Yere, Titi, Garu,
All left, have you seen them?
The mondo hard, zion rock,
I am now living in the mounts,
Under hard zion mondo rocks
No wife, no child, now house, you.
Fearing the killer man AIDS
The mondo loved you so well,
The mondo loves you not
Come and aid-help?
Adieu!
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