This was where he laid,His body cold with sweatAs his lungs fought for air This was where she laid,Her blood mixed with agony As she begged to stay alive This was where he laid,Pleading to return to his mother's womband be hidden from this vile world This was where they laid,Their dying beds Now a… Continue reading There.
Nna’m, I see you. I forgive you. I love you. It has been hard getting to know each other these last few years. It has been a gut-wrenching journey, pushing past the sea of pain and getting to this shore. We have said words that cut deep, masked our hurt with hate and danced with… Continue reading Nna’m (Father)
I wish I was Nigerian; the kind that doesn't have to break the bank to get into classrooms the kind that dares to think outside the box, without the 'system' locking her ideas in a cage the kind that is not crippled with thoughts of being raped or used for blood money because the devil… Continue reading I Wish I Was Nigerian
Silent hatred echoes As dreams are destroyed Bodies dumped on bodies The foul stench of death “Boko boko” Tick tock tick… Fear is the blanket Agony is the bed Laughter turned to screams Happiness turned sour “Boko boko” Tock tick tock… Safety is history Hope becomes desolate Madness reigns in disaster “Boko boko”… Continue reading Boko Boko