The nightmares were terrible
Abducted at midnight by hooded men
Shot and left for dead in coffee plantations
I talked to Juma about my terrible nightmares
He said he had similar nightmares most nights
The only difference was that he was dumped in tea plantations
Talking made feel us much better
A burden shared is a burden halved
I admire people who can sing and hold a tune
I am totally tone deaf and only sing in the shower
I didn’t expect to sing when I joined the demonstrations
But I joined and sung and danced in the streets
I knew without doubt I had found my voice
In the singing and dancing I had finally found my people
