The road has been tumultous and thorns have adorned our path.
But we will hit the bull's eyes at the break of day.
Once we were excited
like a virgin bride
whose innocence was eventually ruptured
by the phallic invasion.
We have toiled daily
in the heat haze
and the harmattan cold has caressed our naked flesh.
And when the sun shone at night
and our hope flickered
like a dying lamp,
a voice whispered,
'Never give up! '
And when rainclouds gathered still
on our misty horizon
the heavenly host cast a glow to ignite
our dying flame.
The journey has been challenging for us
but this is a song of hope
a song of the season
for all who have dared
to change the narrative.
It will be dawn tomorrow
and we will sprout into
beautiful flowers
spreading our tentacles
across the globe
for a greater posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem