Flash back to our beautiful old home
Together like the teeth of a comb we put even the hardest hair in shape
For there’s no difference from the room of Akweley to Daavi
Neither is the welcome of Habeeba different from Regina
As the unity in action was so unique like the movement of night and day
Kojo was a son to Seidu
As Kabiru was a brother to Chemu
For priority was in doing the right and shunning the wrong
No matter the who involved, the rod spared not the child
Like the broom stick we swept together all the dirt that stood on our way
A soul to fall was a failure to all
A man to rise was an honor for all
The tribal marks however long or thick never caused a thing
With our different religious creed, unity was our utmost deed
For no room never gets beaten by hunger
While there’s a pot boiling from the next neighbor
The serenity of those days have become memories that our lips even shy to recount
For our own has gradually degenerate to my own
We wail as to our continues failure
Forgetting a chain is as strong as its weakest link
Living a life of who dominates who
We run from duty in the guise of being busy
A home full of people yet a vacuum so deep in the heart of the home
Once a golden home now a story to be told
©Hamza Hajj Ayub