Ti-ti-terenrenren!
The dams roar on
From Cameroon, Guinea and Sierra Leone
Voicing the anger of the ancestors
...
I adorn my pen
Not to desecrate the land
But to unite the longitudes of our being
To make soldiers comrade
...
The muse of song is upon me
With canons that spit freedom
To the oppress…
And to the exploiters, discomfort
...
I am tired of starring
at nonsense apparitions
I am tired of loneliness
...