Every great reformer through history had a taste of incarceration...

A room called 'Greatness'

Cold ground was my bed last night
A piece of stone was my pillow
Where in that room I lay
Where many great have laid
For destiny is not made complete
Till a reformer lays in the room
The room of greatness

From the small 'bird cages' of Goree Island
My fathers locked up in their numbers
To that little shack on Robben Island
With the number 46664 on my chest pocket
The path of great men written
Their bloods as ink, and their flesh as canvas
Crouching, Lying, crying, pacing
Oblivious of the pain
One hope alight in them
'One day, my people shall be free'

Sages from the beginning
John the Baptist the forerunner
Nelson Mandela the freedom fighter
Martin Luther King the black hope
Gani Fawehinmi, the people's advocate
Tenants at different times in history
In the room of greatness
Their footprints engraved on the sands of time
Their passion etched on the hearts of men
One streak commmon to all
Tenancy in the little room
The room called 'Greatness'