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Boko Dirge: We Are Not Terrorists By Dr. Soyombo Ayomikun

October 22, 2013

It was dawn & I shuffled out of home
In pursuit of dreams seeming sweetly palpable
Then lifeless & sprawled on the floor I saw a mother-chick
Mangled by perhaps a driver who got divorced from pity
Beside it I saw a baby-chick also giving no damn
Frantically pecking on mother-chick as if on a seasonal banquet

It was dawn & I shuffled out of home
In pursuit of dreams seeming sweetly palpable
Then lifeless & sprawled on the floor I saw a mother-chick
Mangled by perhaps a driver who got divorced from pity
Beside it I saw a baby-chick also giving no damn
Frantically pecking on mother-chick as if on a seasonal banquet


This silly vision tugged at my heart
Rousing anger & fright & questions
Anger towards the baby-chick feasting on her own
Showing no remorse, guilt or respect
Fright as it occurred to me that baby-chick could be possessed
Questions about ignorance being the cause & that I may be entirely wrong

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Then I remembered how we murdered in Aluu
Four hefty dreams ordered in a march of shame
With souls, Nigerians,screaming 'crucify them'
As if they were the Man that promised to rise after the third day
Can't forget the scene when fire was thrown on those hearts
The gory image as their bodies convulsed in death


'Western Education' was once the toast on our lips
We dreamt of the day when we'll be able to write 'food' & 'smile'
Then after drinking all of the knowledge something snapped
Nauseous we sought to vomit all we learnt
'Boko' that used to be our love then became 'Haram'
With bombs & guns we started preaching a new truth


When night comes & the dust settles
What will be our joy when deserted our streets get filled with spirits?
Of brothers, sisters, mothers & fathers
That should support as our dreams we chase
What are we going to reap from this seed of hate & wickedness?
What will be our story when alone we face tomorrow?

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If any be aggrieved please kill not to speak
The ocean of tears & blood will only sweep away our peace & dignity
With hearts knitted as one let's make Nigeria home again
Oneness causing us to merry & marry across borders
Let's bury these dreams of fighting for parties & clans
Let's bury our sordid blood-stained swords that unity may sprout

With hands held as a family we want the world to know
That despite the blasts from our yards we are not terrorists
We have beautiful hearts and great great dreams
To again feed the world with hope and light
We love the serenades of harmony and hate the rhythms of bombs
Ours is a harbor of hope and not a yard of death

WE ARE NOT TERRORISTS!!!

Dr Soyombo Ayomikun
Omotosho Power Plant,
Ondo Staten,Nigeria.
07038898898

 

The views expressed in this article are the author’s own and do not necessarily reflect the editorial policy of SaharaReporters

 

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