(For Leah)
Life in the hands of Boko Haramites
Is a basket full of both pain and agonies
And chameleons that changes colour
Where Sauntering lives in a confinement
And your freedom is kept in your back pocket
The wind blows hot like a boiling water
The pain shine so bright like stars
And the agonies are carved in a picture
That cluster the memories of oppression
Leah predicament is a testament to
The failure of our disgruntled rulers
Cum leaders,
who find comfort in the pain
Of pauper’s and beggars and the Boko Haram
Militants whose tongues wail by spilling the blood of innocents.
Leah is a girl whose dreams has been
Hijacked by the forces of darkness
Her dreams walk stark naked in a lonely Street
Looking for mask to cover it’s face
If Leah eyes could shoot gun
I will use telescope to send my stomach to produce bullets
And send my tongues to pull the trigger
So it could shatter the brains of Boko Haram
Foot Soldiers and sponsors.
Leah, be rest assured that the rain carries your Freedom, and when it stops, the sun shall fight the rain to a standstill and free your freedom from the clutches of Pain and Agonies.