I
clinging to life is a desperate effort
Yet we hold on to her for survival
So like giving way to impossibility
We find a way out of that proverbial hell
Through hopes and enthusiasm
Through rainstorms and thunderstorms
In fragility we whimpered
All because we needed to survive
II
the mound we saw on our way to this place
Was not a yam or cassava plantation
But the graves of those gone before us
One has to leave to say he ever lived
The trip is like a domino played
It's been centuries since my last visit to earth
Yet when I hear news of a new born
I can't bear to think its a fatal journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem