Sometimes SILENCE can be GOLDEN when it is the VOICE of HEAVY GRIEF…
I know the SOUND and COLOUR of UNSPOKEN SORROWS…
I RECOGNISE the companionship of OVER-WEIGHTED SADNESS…
What do I say to a NATION, who SHEDS the UNTAINTED BLOOD of her OWN FUTURE, Her own CHILDREN…
O NATION, your WOMB is to PRESERVE yet she has no LIFE…
Your BREASTS are for NURTURE, yet it is DRIED of MILK…
Your HANDS are to offer WARMTH, yet they are WITHERED…
Your WORDS are to COMFORT, yet you are DUMP…
Your EARS are to HEAR my CRY for HELP, yet you are DEAF…
Your EYES are to SECURE by VIGILANCE, yet you are BLIND
Your HEART is to LOVE, yet it is SEARED with IRON hotter than HELL…
If you can’t save me, let me live and place all my HOPES in my unfailing CREATOR, yet O NATION you snuffed my bubbling SPIRITS out of my INNOCENT SOULS…
Don’t WEEP for me O NATION…
WEEP for YOURSELF…
Don’t MOURN for me O NATION…
MOURN for YOURSELF…
Your TEARS are better in the EYES of an aged CROCODILE…
They are always for the MOMENT…
They LACK CHARACTER and SUSTAINABILITY to prevent another POGROM…
I’m back to where I came from…
Finally, I’m at my RESTING place…
Where my SPIRIT is again SECURED and BLOSSOMING…
As for your O NATION mourn that you are near EXTINCTION…
Mourn that you have no PIVOTAL LINK to TOMORROW…
Mourn that you have no FUTURE…
May my GOD FORGIVE and have MERCY on YOU O NATION for you KNOW NOT what you DO…
You KNOW NOT WHO you LOSE…
It is me your PRICELESS TREASURE…
But now your IRREPARABLE and IRRECOVERABLE LOSS, YOUR CHILDREN!
Taiwo Akinlami Sober on his KNEES on the LORD’s Day.
Sunday, March 9, 2014, 5.16AM-5.6.10AM