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Fear griped the good evening
Like the masquerade of Eke on the Afor day
The laughter of the moon ceased to make noise
Watching the day unfold with the victim epic
The irony of the dark-less night
Our window vexes like the secret servant
The day cannot be good anymore
A good day is the day of joy
But as dark as it became vision came around
People talked and chatted – they eat
The voices was heard without vision
What a day that people looked spirit?
Dumb-founded and crippled to say a word
Looking into the night, no light was found
Witches sold to wizards “a crime committed”
A holy night as peaceful as though indeed
My friend Theo, has become crime
Caught in the death of a night messaging untold
Police peaks the rum for cage monster
Capitalizing on a holy night to make an innocent cry heard!
Though not to good a night
The heat made mention of its goodness
Cold unleashed like creating markets in villages
The gods has slept at that hour I believed
Her turn to apply the principle of cook and bull
Sounds less interesting to the ear
Our eyes interpret more than seen
Our ears hear more than talked
Our expression limits our action
On that very night not to good enough
To talk about we vomit the spell of the serpent
Differences settled in the station
The voices of the people curtailed
Denial set in as human right cry in cell
Humans fight for self ego – perished
Can the fight end with no victor, no vanquish!
One saw justice whereas the another never did.
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Henry Ekwuruke
Henry Ekwuruke is Executive Director of the Development Generation Africa International.
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