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!
I loved deep but saying “I love you” was an Isaac sacrifice, …till the well ran dry
As a little boy, I wondered why I have a mum.
All she did was shout when I was gaming;
Whip me when the VHS entertained me;
But as I got older, I now know why I miss my mum.
Where’s the sweet smile on the sunlit porch, Sitting calmly and watching the world bustle by? Where are the hugs from that sweet voice, pitch
I’ve seen mirages, images of bright joy, But they were just images, like child toys. I found blessing, but little did my eyes see, And