Old Hut Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

In this hut many have lived for long
In murmur and mimicking ancient song

Numerous I've seen sponsoring war

Millions of tribes with different tongues

Here we were forced to live as one
For years we've been faced with hatred and love

Greatness with our hands we've made
Madness together we've raised

Our happiness several times have been wrecked
Like king sadness has always reign

What differs from the fool and the wise?
Here the poor the rich hide

Under this roof comes numerous plight
Thousand I've seen deprived of their right

The married cried of not having a child
The single bemoan of the need to get a wife
The rich is yet not fully satisfied
The poor complains about the hardness of life

Every tribe clamor for the crown
No season that passes without an uprising in the town.