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
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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