This is the sacred place
Where we wined and dined together.
How our voices beamed high with joy and pride
Of our children and grandchildren
Of our ancestors and the gods,
For blessing us abundantly.
We've known good days and bad days
But, we have never seen a thing like this.
Our homes burnt down to ashes
Our people hiding in the bushes.
We have never seen a thing like this!
Our children's lives were cut short...
Just like a candle light blown off by the wind,
We've  buried them one after another.
The agony, the pain and despair.
We long for those glorious days
To behold the sun rising from Mt. Cameroon
And shining back on us.