Oh how I long for time gone by

Where I played chess titans and mah-jong; where I dreamt and hoped

And life was a petal that was blossomed and fresh, promising me so much,

The good old days flit by as I listen to Lofi-girl and think of when books were my only distraction.

Where are they now, all faces of my youth, the kind, the sneering, the racist, the good, all disappeared in a haze of painful memories.

Those days were kind because of my hope,

So I dreamed and read and wrote and hoped,

In the streets of Kado, in the confines of Plot 14 Bamako Street, in Gwarimpa, I had to hope