This year marks the death age in our calendar. When our streets turned into abattoirs as the blood of our patriotic brothers and sisters flow uncontrollably on it, in our houses, even in our schools. When the birds refuse to whisper, keeping still since the breeze was stiff. Our places of worship becomes our death trap on that holy day when different families gather to worship. Dam it!!! You wipe us off our beloved ones, off our friends, off our relatives, off our future leader, turning us into orphans, widows, refugees all in the blink of an eye. You shatter our dreams. This time, force men abandon their arms, refused to come to our aids and locked us outside their stations just for us to be at the mercies of those holocaust machineries. This time, the Soldier Man protests I dont want to go to Maiduguri, while our sisters are there, expecting their death being maltreated day by day in their tens. The time flowers hid their beautiful faces from parents tears that turned blood. Its a time census is carried out on dead bodies, growing in their thousands. Then the media house lied just to control our tears. This time, the news are like thorns in our ears so we dont touch the radio and we appreciate the power sector for blackout because the screen is horrible. This time, the kites are away from the sky cause there is no single a child to let it fly. Then the ringing phone is a treat to our parents as mothers envy and bless the barren for her unfruitfulness.The time the birthday cake of our flying dad is not to be eaten until he arrives at his destination cause our most trusted flight becomes unsafe to us. This same time our leaders embezzle in billions in the name of ammunitions of destruction. Federal government sending the religious leaders for ammunitions, whats the correlation? And all you can do is to withdraw the security of patriotic leaders putting their lives at stake and threatening them with bombs and tear gas day by day. The time heroes were given mass burial and young boy Nigeria bow in his robe soaked in tears and sorrow. Since your best friend can be a member of the sect planting the bomb in your blessed gathering. Soon your death draws near and your hereafter is based on what youve done and not what youre going to do. Then I ask myself; who are we fighting? Who is fighting us? What have we taken? What do they want from us? This insurgency has to stop. Is death now the price for patriotism? How I wish the truth has a tongue. Dhamiey cares
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 21:51:25 +0000
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