Conflict, For Country, Poetry, Revolution

Cold Fire

Yesterday, everyone that hates us was tried and convicted For stealing and looting For the bombs that dropped on Baga and the girls of Chibok Today the sun will rise upon the graves of those who rest Upon the hearts of those who endlessly hope My name is Fatima and I live in a town… Continue reading Cold Fire

Conflict, For Country, Poetry

NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

I am not alone, I know: never alone The corpses littered herein are my own They keep me company while asleep peacefully Today, their struggles have ended finally Ye children left standing, come around! I will tell all of ye a tale as familiar as sound: The day upon which sorrow lost its bitterness And… Continue reading NI BAGA (I Am Baga) — A Poem

Conflict, For Country, Poetry

For Baga

The world watches The harmattan winds brought a new hardness to their cold hearts Our children are slain in broad daylight Fathers shot as they shield their children from the messengers of death. Mothers burnt alive saying their last prayers Destinies that will never be fufilled In a country where lives are squandered Where politics… Continue reading For Baga

Conflict, For Country, Poetry

Welcome to Baga

Welcome to Baga where nightmares live and dreams go to die I had heard the men talk in low tones about what they did to Chibok and how the nation stood still for a day and moved on Mama never thought they would come we have soldiers here, she would brag oh but you see,… Continue reading Welcome to Baga