By Saidu Bangura
This is not a happy song.
This song is full of pains.
It speaks of the anguishes
of a dear mother distressed
tormented, molested, hated
robbed, enraged, abandoned
by her own deceitful children.
The lines, stanzas in this song
voice the traumas, the U-turns
the displeasures, the afflictions
two children caused their mama.
This song will not make you smile.
Its rhythms and lyrics depict a sad
impoverished and troubled mother,
a blessed but deconsecrated mother,
Mama who becomes a laughingstock
in her neighbourhood all because of
her own two children, the Conjoined.
This song echoes the dolors inflicted
upon Mama and her other children.
This song for Mama is our collective
fears about how we are dispossessed,
preyed upon in the province of the free,
about our laments in the coloured realm
that no longer reechoes our cries on hills;
how our throes of love shall redeem souls
lost in the ignis fatuus of anni horribiles
when children of a new dawn, harbingers
of anni mirabiles will compose and intone
with patriotic voices a new song for Mama
heralding a new lease of life for our Mama,
a new day as we show love for our Mama
ending her sufferings and frustrations – and
we will all be free from the grips of the twins,
their duplicitous surrogates who deceived us –
Yes! free from the foxy nuncios, the new hyenas.
