BIAFRIA CRISIS

After writing this yesterday, I was overwhelmed! **ONE NATION UNDER GOD **
Brother Nico!
I write to you with a heavy heart.
The land that you and I love is breaking apart
and our town's men are taking up
a shield behind keypads.
The youths are at their strongest now,
blowing hot on the white man's internet.
My heart is broken for the dead.
I have cried myself to sleep most nights.
Mama Ekene just lost her only daughter
the other day.
It was the pythons who gang-raped her.
Ikemefuna did not come back from the market yesterday, and no one has been able to console his friend Adewale. Everyone is calling for a country,
they dont even know the half!
My friend has gone into hiding
after she heard Adamu her friend was
killed for protecting her.
This nation of beautiful colours
and creed is disintegrating.
They are taking our sons,
killing our women,
starving our children.
Brother Nico, do you know that death
is no longer sacred here?
We are all afraid and life is passing us by.
My dear sah, do you have any ideas?
We are lost!
Do you have a spokesman for us?
They have shut our mouths!
Do we have a chance -
a mediator in this dance of selfish martyrs!
You will not believe that the other day
I prayed for a vacation -
somewhere away from here.
Maybe in Pluto or Uranus.
Somewhere devoid of blood and pythons!
Remember those men who chased us
into the gutters
with their wee-wee-wee bullet proof cars?
They are restrategizing on how best to win
more security votes on the graves of the dead.
They have laid spites on us - all of us.
The unfortunate death of Mama Ekene's daughter
has become a point in their winning speeches.
We are political hazards - all of us!
Do you know they are monitoring us -
they are even monitoring this my letter to you,
waiting for me to call names!
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But I hope you do understand
everything I have said and not said.
I hope you write me back -
something that could bring hope
and light to my people.
Let me tell you something.
Please don't tell anyone -
those people that were sent to dance in the streets
are not dancing to any music o,
the smell of blood is their aphrodisiac
and sound!
Written in secret,
your brother in hiding,
Iam @dgtoons