Little Angels of Chibok

I send the busy bee my eyeful messenger Buzzing and searching in the forests of Chibok But not a sign of little angels of Chibok anywhere Little angels of Chibok talk to me, where are you? The Harmattan that whispers in the leaves The rooster that crows to wake the world Thump my heart with undying sweet hopes Little angels of Chibok a sign for me, where are you? When the sun flashes its rays through wall cracks And the moon raises her right hand in the horizon I see tongues of hope of your due home-coming Little angels of Chibok, is this a dream or a reality? My soul is like Sahel burning bush- fire on a wild tour There is no resting place for my soul in Nigeria When I recall your cutting smiles and piercing eyes Little angels of Chibok, what to do with this undying love? Your dinner chair is vacant at home every meal Your desk is empty in examination room in Chibok Your playmates are waiting eagerly at Chibok Little angels of Chibok tell me in a dream, where are you? Yes; with eyes full of tears of hope against hope The heart fresh with life like new leaf peeping from a stem I close my eyes and see you tearing bushes coming home For the God who created you for a reason is not asleep