While I struggled in bed
with pillows above my head
trying so hard to stop my ears
from hearing their yells
but no, I still heard it all

"Nwa mo, ke kwanu?
the Lord is your strength, take heart"
I really didn't want to cry
but every time their words moved through my ears, I cried

I didn't cry because of the death
I cried because of the fear I felt
I cried because if they had to find out the truth, I'ld be dead
"cos I killed Mama"

You did? Really?

Yes I did