In Jos, where laughter used to ring,
A hush descends, a heavy wing.
Saints Academy, a vibrant hive,
Now stands in silence, barely alive.
Seventeen vibrant flames, extinguished fast,
Crushed beneath the weight of the past.
But through the cracks, a fragile shoot,
A whisper of hope, takes tender root.
Where dreams were planted, a seed now sleeps,
Though hearts are heavy, where sorrow weeps.
The coming dawn, a golden ray,
Will chase the night and lead the way.
Each soul departed, a firefly’s gleam,
Their memory glows, a radiant stream.
A guiding light, their legacy burns,
In quiet strength, their spirit yearns.
We raise our voices, a mournful choir,
A promise of healing, a heart’s desire.
To lift the broken, mend what’s torn,
A chance to rise, though hope seems worn.
We weep, but see the embers flare,
A flicker of light, a silent prayer.
Each tear, a seed for a brighter day,
We’ll bridge the darkness, find a way.
Though Jos may wear a cloak of despair,
Resilience rises, a strength we share.
The stars may hide, but their light remains,
And in our dreams, hope still sustains.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
NB: Saint Academy, Jos, may you find strength in these trying times.
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 