… As he slowly leaned down,
His finger reaching the ground,
We all shouted « Nzinziiii »!
and they woke up,
they were not flies but ghosts,
The ones on these Walls,
They thought they heard a bee,
They never left OCTOBER night 1974,
They are Still screaming,
« ALI BOMA YE! »

• float like a butterfly, sting like a bee -

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