She was only twenty-four But could have been forty-four Deep in the savannah of Rann She toiled for the vulnerable In the sights of Boko Haram That was abominable Faced with horror She braved the terror Now she’s gone in a whiff Her pain and despair Our groan and nightmare Hauwa’s hour was swift Tears and tributes will not bring her back Agony and sorrow will come and pass But our angel was not taken away. Her sempiternal memory lives each day.