We lit candles every day for lost souls ‘Cos a mournful dirge is on replay at the background Vibrating with the requiem that buried our ancestors Cries of woes float in the air As the deafening echoes of death Drown the great bell at the citadel of miracles Oh, ye gods Our land is in dire need of a drastic surgery To expunge these cankerous beasts The days of slushy drivelling are past Call not upon the heavens no more For we bring this curse upon our land Betrayed by the brutality of a monstrous tyranny Our familial landscape wallow in a fetid sea of misdeed Look, the mangled bodies of our brothers The charred remains of our sisters Look, our children hacked to death Charred mangled bodies of our parents The gory sights of charred mangled remains of our kinfolks Litter in all the nooks and crannies of Nig and Eria The sacred land is desecrated The ground is swollen and engorged to a bursting point Ouch, the pains are inconsolable The recurring elegies are sorrowful These besetting nightmares in our land are traumatizing Pungent, bitter, awful, No, this bloodbath tastes horrible and sickening Ah, when will this lamentation end? When will this insidious erosion of humanity stop? When will Human blood cease to flow daily? This tale of anguish is far from soothing The earth is grief-stricken Her feeble body weep for her suckled offspring Cut down in their primes by a putrid legacy
PS:Nigeria has recorded a humongous rate of death in this month of June. Yesterday, a tanker carrying petrol exploded and there was a raging inferno with about 30 cars burnt to ashes… The number of casualties cannot be ascertained yet. Charred and mangled bodies of the dead littered on the highway where this avoidable calamity happened. I couldn’t sleep last night due to the gory videos that circulated social media last night.
This poem is borne out of my low energy this morning. My only means of venting my anger.
It was a fatal accident and Peter suffered a severe brain injury. He could vaguely remember seeing a car coming towards him that Thursday evening.
He tried to narrate the ugly incidence to those around him, after three days, when he finally came out of a coma in the hospital. But, alas, his family were hit with his decline in memory. Continue reading →
Again I say unto you Live your dreams and your passion Be enthusiastic and passionate about many things Be passionate about your work and studies Be passionate about your health
Be passionate about other people
Be passionate about giving
Be passionate about love
Be passionate about the things of God
Don’t sit on the fence for too long
Be passionate about life