We want to LOVE

We want to love you Nigeria, we want to serve you, we really want to arise and obey your call, but they are not letting us do it, how do we answer your call when our lips are taped shut, how do we come and be patriotic when we are forced to sit down, our legs tied to the chair, our hands tied to our back. Aliens say we should open our eyes, we would see the good in our country. Our eyes are wide open but our vision is obscured. We see no green, we see no white all we see is red.  The blood of the innocent that was shared, red! The symbol of danger that lurks in the corner of where we’re supposed to feel safe in, our home, our fatherland, our presumed safe haven now a tower of fear and insecurity.

I Will Write Again

Wow, it has been a minute. For a while now, I haven’t written anything and it has been so frustrating. Whenever I try to force it, I meet this big block on the way that I can not overpower, no matter how hard I try. It made me sad and angry. I would ask myself, what would you do if eventually, you can’t write again, will you be able to cope, Will you be able to bear the hurt you would feel when you read through your old works and the fact that you can no longer do it strikes you every time? The answer to all those questions was a capital NO!