I struggle hard with sleep as my heart heavies with deep grief
Whenever I remember the out of sight of the loved ones
My weep fills the morning twilight
When the fascinating memory of the loved ones refuses to renew into reality
My head aches and my bones moisture like sack of soaked cassavas
Whenever I recall a day my lovers would reciprocate the sad feeling
At my absence while embarking on this strange journey
Alas! Men rise and fall like winter's grains
The clergies' accounts of the journey offer me hope and hail the inner wound
While the account of other persons foster the sore to an open wound
Bin Zak
LL.B 2
O.A.U