Remember to make yourself whole

“Remember to make yourself whole again”,

That voice so dauntingly vivid says

Remember the trees that cast a shadow on you while you were wounded

Remember the spring that brought fresh water to your heels

Remember the face in the sky that day that looked like a beguiled doe

The Icicles that clung to the roof of a shack that was bastioned by the forest

Everything is just how you remember

It is as clear as a mirror in your mind

But it is in the other side of the mirror that you live

A upside down dimension that is tipping over

This is the reality where everything has changed

Where the sun peaks at midnight and sets at daybreak

Where ashes and splinters are the remains of the tree

The bones in the river lie waste at midday

The faces in the sky, how orgulous they’ve becomee

now that a forest fire has ravaged the botanical lush

Therefore you do not recognise your safe place

the twinkle in your eyes are one of oblivion

You cannot hear the wildlifes jolly prance

You cannot sense sand fall to the bottom of the hour glass

and your body withers along with the surrounding

“Remember to make yourself whole again”,

it’s merely a fleeting whisper now

but on the other side of the mirror there is nothing

No life

No trees

No shack

by now perhaps you’ve started to realise,

that you do not exist too.

Remembrance day

Patriotic Nigerian, we hold in our finite hands the fate of the future.

Later generations will hold tomorrow in the same regard as the Biafra war

they will remember their father and mother’s decision

their uncles and aunties reaction

it is not a question of who is the smarter candidate

or who makes the most campaign promises

our sons and daughters will neither remember what they said nor how they won

They will only remember us and the choice we committed to.

So tomorrow let the national anthem resonate in your heart

lets choose the freedom, peace and unity we sing so passionately of

Remember the pregnant women and defenceless children that were massacred

The slaughtered Nigerians, no different from you and I.

Remember that mass genocides in Zamfara and Plateau too.

Their blood cries out, and their families mourn for justice.

while we are not God, and the current government ignores our pleas

We owe it to our future generations, to secure fighting chance

Tomorrow will be a one for the history books

though they say history is never kind,

Tomorrow the sun will be still, and God’s hand will prevail.

Tomorrow will be a day for the neglected, the deprived and the oppressed

The day that will forever echo the verdict and retribution for the government and the people.

Vote wisely, for you will be remembered for it.