The hearts that once cared have vanished Loved ones kidnapped, silenced and isolated Gallant men and brave women annihilated Youths slaughtered in their prime and dreams left unfulfilled Children brainwashed, recruited and indoctrinated To betray and turn their swords against their very kindred We swim in this weird ocean of Indelible anguish To … Continue reading Thorn In Our Flesh
In Chibok, An IED finds it way Into the mind of a savage sect And made good use of the emptiness. In helplessness, Some school girls are bundled up From their school compound; Taken for a noisy ride into Sambisa; From where they will forget Their mothers’ voices. On the tube, There is a very … Continue reading Noise
Allah’s Open Letter to Terrorists Dear Mujahedeen, I have both good and bad news for you. Good news first: your self-proclaimed, self-appointed face of terror, Osama bin Laden, is alive. He was never killed. He is cooling his heels somewhere in the Caribbean with a secret army of American soldiers protecting him and a seraglio … Continue reading Virgins in Short Supply
(My Terrorism Journal) Don’t die a virgin, terrorists are waiting for you in heaven. I am every terrorist’s wet-dream girl. I have big, wide and beautiful/lovely/lustrous eyes, like pearls, just the way the Quran says in Surat Al-Wāqi`ah 56:22 – 23. I am tall, baby-faced (what the Hadith calls eternally young), complexion like that of … Continue reading Don’t Die a Virgin
Screaming at the top of our voices Our voices couldn’t be heard; We seem voiceless Going about, proud of the guns they hold What’s left now?, where else can we go? I had a dream that the world changed For a minute there was no pain Instead of sermons from the military and militants I … Continue reading Broken
The skies weep blood Or is the tears that cloud our eyes? The soil now grows bodies, like yam Buried deep within the ground- lifeless When did this abomination creep in? Who welcomed him and gave him water To wash his feet and palm wine to drink? Who beckoned to him from afar, and Promised … Continue reading Bloody Tears
With open arms Like the confluence by river Niger and river Benue The villages have come begging Fron the most peaceful state of yobe! Invasions by the Boko-harams is an harm Our children learnt to play with stones Now they hurl explosive rocks at miriam Segun was found dead rotten to the bones Because he … Continue reading Boko-haram
Our Guns Face The Earth A dirge for Kofi Awoonor… We return from the hunt Without antelopes hanging From our stalks With no leopard skins Flung across our chest With our guns facing the earth The sand loaded canoe Has been tipped over by the hippo How shall we tell it Someone tell it for … Continue reading Our Guns Face The Earth – A Dirge for Kofi Awoonor
“Islam is evil!”, Paul exclaimed. I met him at madam white’s restaurant, located at a secluded street in one of the Enugu sub-urbs. He and some other people had just listened to a broadcast on TV about a recent Boko-haram attack in the north. The attack claimed 78 lives. What annoyed Paul the most, was … Continue reading Boko-Haram 4 (The Sacred Murder)
A romance with poverty is an intriguing and debilitating experience. It’s a romance that could either generate the humorous or bring one to a vegetative state. I’m talking about material poverty, inability to survive on your own without dependence on kinship or the state. In such a state, your ability for independent choices is dependent … Continue reading Husbands Wanted: Apply In Person
It’s just one of those moments when my mind spins on its orbit and my heart traces and retraces varied paths my consciousness has travelled. Now, I’m wondering what constitutes the subsistent element of human life. Though I wonder about this, I let not myself wander much into the abyss. It’s because I love life … Continue reading The Animal Instinct