Tales by the Bloody Moonlight

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Another menace has taken over our homes, Emeka oooo. 

It is painful, worrisome,

That we can no longer go out of our homes in peace

And come back in one piece. 


"But e no start today, Amaka"


Emeka no be say e start today. 

The question be say, at what rate? 

Because no bad thing really start today,

Shebi you dey hear me so? 


E no start today, 

Ngwanu tell me, 

In the days past, don't we travel, return 

With our only fear being car accident? 

Then once once you fit dey pray God may you not meet arms robbers for road?


But today wetin dey happen? 

Kidnappers,

Terrorists,

In every nook and cranny of Nigeria. 

Where don't you find them? 

We still dey try fight the brutality of our leaders,

Now this? 


Nezianu Nsukka, 

A land once synonymous with the word peace,

But today a brother can't even visit another in a neighboring town.  

If you no dey hear say dem dey don kidnap one person for Umabor,

It would be that another narrowly escaped with matchet wounds at Uzouwani. 


Ana m akozi Ekiti? 

Small Ekiti! 

The other time I was coming back from the east when our car broke down on the road. 

Ife driver no na-eti bu "ewu chimoo, I get wife and pikin for house ooooo."


The worst part of it?   

Person no even fit help person again.  


Was it it not the other day on my way to Edo

That a motorcycle fell into the gutter,

And nobody was willing to help?


Help!


You still dey talk about help

When e fit be kidnappers' strategy?


Which way Nigeria? 


Ife anyi di aburokwa ndu ooooo. 


The people we call leaders are busy negotiating with terrorists,

Sending them back into the society to cause more chaos. 

Whatever it takes to remain on seat, 

No problem.

Every things else can burn, Nigeria inclusive.


When are we the ruled going to open our eyes to see,

See that these people do not care about us? 

That the seeming handshake is no longer a handshake when it is hell bent on crossing arms length?   


Well,

The ikoro has

 sounded.

Let he or she she with ears

Better put it to good use. 


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