I was a tree on which trees grew.
Freshness surpassed all dreadness.
To the sky I aimed and grew
As long as the water’s faithfulness.
Now! Water’s betrayed faithfulness
Roots, leaves; other trees apart fall.
I am left to the mercy of the harmatan
The harmatan has never been a friend.
It swings me like a single pendulum.
Dialogue attempts with water’s fruitless.
And fruitless seems my future.
But, If I fall, I will grow others,
If I fall, I will live in others,
If I fall, I will grow younger,
If I fall, I will get wiser.
I’m not afraid any longer.
You shouldn’t be afraid either.
You should turn your pains to paper!
We should turn our pains to power!