When you cross the Pearly Gates, will you sing for mum? I recall those tender dew watered Yaoundé morns When the cassette spun your voice
#FarhadAkale shot to death, gone too soon. till we meet again!
Through the narrow door the red sea screams with the blood of many a human
Who challenged this madness or got sick in these conditions.
I saw that man die on the streets,
After a mad driver rushing over pothole puddles
Couldn’t stop his truck in time, and rushed over his body
Let’s find a bush wherefrom we’ll buzz then stings
And create routes through nobody could think
And in stealthy style steal their everything
Then plant scare as blood and powder stink.
Picture this: the sun engraving sweat streaks On your sizzling skin, stinging your eyes As the humid heat hits your cheeks Painting pain all over