One certain morning, guns came into their lives. They woke up thinking it was one of the morning greetings for the ruler. With jubilation they went out to join the parade, alas, their dreams got wounded.
Tears flooded the morning when they saw the pregnant neighbour, lying lifelessly and swimming in blood.
The heart escaped to the legs as the bomb landed on their roof. One of them turned and said; “let’s go back to the house, the youngest is still sleeping!”
It was too late. The house is already burnt to the ground. Oh tears! Tears! Tears have covered the morning sun.
Escaping from the flying bullets, the heat from the boarding school could be felt from a distance. They could hear the students voices. Burnt dreams. Raped dreams. Blood drained dreams.
The preacher’s voice was not far away.They heard the clamour for the lost lives of his congregation.
Oh, the scream from the old woman, whose leg was chopped off on a nearby farmland.
Villainy, wickedness, betrayal, anger, quest for power and selfish ambition crawled into their lives while they were asleep.
Arise! Arise O’ compatriots from your slumber!
© Laurentta Okeoghene Governor 2018
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