Lying on top of the bed dreaming of the future,
On a nice and sunny Sunday,
A noise alerted my ear.
Bang! Boom! Bang!
Scared, I ran, ran and ran.
The noise went on.
My feet were shaking.
The windows were breaking, crack!
People were screaming help! help! help!
Confused, tormented, shouting, crying and screaming,
The people ran.
When scattered and scared like this,
Who do we turn to,
And how do we stand?
The noise went on.
My feet were shaking.
The windows were breaking, crack!
People were screaming help! help! help!
Confused, tormented, shouting, crying and screaming,
The people ran.
When scattered and scared like this,
Who do we turn to,
And how do we stand?
In memory of the Cantonment Blasts in Lagos January, 2002
Adaudo Anyiam-Osigwe from her book of poems – A Little Understanding: Poems from the End of Childhood to the Beginning of Adulthood
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