Angwan
Rukuba,
hear
the
cry
tonight,
A
mother's
heart
is
broken
in
the
night.
She
waited
for
her
only
son,
Through
many
years
of
hope
and
prayer,
And
when
at
last
her
blessing
came,
She
held
him
like
an
answered
prayer.
She
said, “
My
son,
please
go
and
get
my
medicine,
Come
back
quickly,
don't
stay
too
long.”
But
nobody
knew
that
simple
journey
Would
become
the
end
of
a
promising
song. ---
VERSE 1 —
THE
MOTHER'S
SON
She
waited
many
years
to
hold
him,
Many
nights
she
called
his
name,
When
he
finally
came
into
her
life,
Nothing
was
ever
quite
the
same.
Her
only
son,
her
morning
sunshine,
Her
testimony,
her
pride
and
joy,
She
watched
him
grow
from
a
little
child
Into
a
promising
young
boy. “
Please
go
and
get
my
medicine,
My
son,
and
hurry
home
to
me.”
He
took
the
road
with
an
innocent
heart,
Not
knowing
what
his
destiny
would
be.
He
wasn't
carrying
a
weapon,
He
wasn't
looking
for
a
fight,
He
was
only
going
to
buy
his
mother
medicine,
But
never
made
it
home
that
night. ---
CHORUS —
HAUSA
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Then
the
silence
broke
with
thunder,
And
the
streets
became
a
place
of
fear,
Innocent
people
ran
for
safety,
Calling
out
for
those
they
held
dear.
The
killers
came
and
unleashed
their
terror,
And
innocent
lives
were
caught
in
pain,
Mothers
crying
for
their
children,
Calling
names
again
and
again.
And
in
less
than
ten
minutes,
When
the
young
men
tried
to
respond,
They
say
the
soldiers
came
and
blocked
the
way,
Stopping
youths
from
moving
on.
Some
say
they
were
told, “
Do
not
go
further,”
Some
say
the
road
was
sealed
that
day,
And
some
young
men
were
reportedly
shot
As
they
tried
to
make
their
way.
The
questions
remain
upon
our
lips:
Who
will
answer?
Who
will
explain?
When
violence
comes
against
the
innocent,
Who
will
protect
the
people
from
the
pain? ---
CHORUS —
HAUSA
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Somewhere
a
mother
is
still
waiting,
Still
looking
toward
the
road,
Still
remembering
her
only
son,
Still
carrying
an
unbearable
load.
She
remembers
the
day
she
bore
him,
After
years
of
waiting
and
tears,
She
remembers
every
little
milestone,
Every
smile,
every
passing
year.
He
left
to
bring
her
medicine,
But
became
another
name
in
mourning,
Another
promising
life
cut
short,
Another
mother
facing
morning.
Angwan
Rukuba,
we
remember,
Not
with
hatred
but
with
a
cry:
Let
the
truth
come
into
the
daylight,
Let
justice
hear
the
people's
cry.
No
mother
should
send
her
child
outside
And
wonder
if
he'll
make
it
home.
No
child
should
grow
up
learning
That
violence
is
the
language
they
must
know.
We
cry
for
every
innocent,
For
every
family
left
behind.
Let
truth
become
our
witness,
And
let
justice
not
be
denied.
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo
sun
bude
Wuta
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo
suna
ta
murna
Oooooh
ga
su
nan
sun
zo
sun
aikatawa
Ga
sunan
sun
zo
za
su
aikata
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
Ga
su
Nan
sun
zo,
sun
bude
Wuta
Ama
sojoji
sun
zo
sun
tarre
mu
wai
kar
mu
fita
One
mother's
son…
One
promising
life…
One
journey
for
medicine…
One
family
left
with
questions.