She woke me up in the middle of the night,
She couldn't speak, but not deaf and dumb
She wept and I felt her plight,
Yes, blood oozed from her thumb;
She cried like a baby in my arms,
Her skin was hot but calm
Her eyes shone in iced tears,
Her lips uttered her despair in fear
She was rich but now deserted,
Beautiful, but now ugly and contorted
She said to me, "is this the end of our suffering?"
Oh poor she ! how she wept for her offspring;
She kissed my forehead and let out a cry,
A cry from the deepest trench of her heart:
"When will Africa, my husband arise?"
Sat she, fist clenched on my mat