The Time Will Come Poem by Kafayat Quadri

We sat solemly
Watching the other storeys
Tutu's Mama died
Such a pretty woman
With beautiful potraits
Of her lovely seeds
Now fruitful trees
Hanging on cement-paint wall
Just yesterday they prayed
But now Mama Kwik Kobo is gone
Like the time will come
When friends will gather at a place
Close to a deep forest
Where awawa barks at night
Or the bungalow built
For many years beside the Ataba Close
The time has come for her
The time will come
(The time has come)