Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

Nights, for us at home

now rages in troubled silence

Nights had become nightless even

as our poor eyes beg to travel

maybe to unravel the mystery

behind our troubled nights.


Every night when the world is silent,

like the rest of the normal world,

We embrace our cozy bed but our sleep

has become peaceless as our mind

Wanders to and fro fretfully in fear

of whose house it is tonight.


And again tonight is yester-night,

Be prepared kins and kindred to entertain

The vicious men of the underworld.

What would rouse us up tonight?

Is it our memorized song stamped on the

Soles of our sensuous lips?

“Thief-u, thief-u, thief-u” with silent sighs.

Or the common drumbeat of a aimful gun?

“Gbam, gbin, gbam, gbam”

Or by the friendly fear in us that it could be

Our house tonight?


Night for us at home

suddenly became a nightmare

it became a weed in our garden.

Oh! How we long for the priceless peace

That once lived here with us.

Tonight again, be prepared

The guardsmen whistle will tell us “sleep!”

But don’t you forget, tonight is yester-night

We will be awoken again to dance

Rhythmically to this memorized beats.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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