A'bena and I are on a 20-days translation challenge. We select random poems from anywhere in the world, translate them by default into the Igbo language, and into any of the more than four languages A'bena is familiar with.

For our first instalment, we pick Pamilerin Jacob's It Is Impossible to Live. It is a poem that mirrors a people's loss, struggle and collective grief.

I am writing this because a bullet didn't start its journey towards me. It did not start towards you. We are here because even if it started, it missed its way to you.

But a live bullet rarely ever misses.