It's
1am in the morning and I couldn't sleep, because I have been
restless all night. I have been asking myself a lot of questions that
I have never gotten an answer, that is why I'm shouting. I'm shouting
not because they will hear my voice but because I like to shout
through writing. I'm like a child, hated and ignored by many, but
lifted up by God. That is why I lack nothing in life.
I
live a quiet life, I don't like noisy life that is why for the past
many years, I lived an isolated life. Excommunicated myself from the society that hates me. But now I'm in the wilderness,
surrounded by wolfs and lions, thinking how to escape. Then suddenly,
God with his infinity mercy, lifted me up beyond my expectations.
The
night is cold, because the window is wild open. I can feel the
freshness of wind, blowing towards my end. With a warm and the most
fresh air. Ooh I can feel the pains of my people from the hill top in the wilderness. Looking towards one of the most dangerous and fantastically corrupt country. I can
see the evil hovering around them. I can feel their pains. But I have
no power to free them, because as I said. I'm like a child in the
wilderness surrounded by wild animals whose intention was to swallow
me.
Ooh
I have looked for a solution in every corners of the world, asking
questions and looking for an answers, which none have ever came to my
end. I have written a couple of letters, asking for those who is in
control of the world. To come to our rescue, but none have ever
stretched their hands towards us for help. Why have the children of
the most high God, be in the hands of the Fulani cabals? Who is that
person to rescue us from this bunch of evil minded people. As I have
closed my eyes, to sleep. I hear no sounds of the winds anymore. That
was when I know that the journey is not going to be easy.
We
have seen a lot of bunch of liars and cheaters, claiming to be
fighting for the people of Biafra. But all they needed was to use the
blood of the innocent youths to make money on the Facebook, twitter
and other social media. The people are afraid of their life because
they were promised protection, while those who made the promises are
all liars and cheaters. Ooh God, how can you allow your children to
be in a strange land, a land that they have done everything to be
accepted, yet they are hated beyond measure.
What
is the solution to our problem? Protest or war? Ooh I can feel the
doom day hovering around the cloud but the people are deaf to listen.
Ooh how can this be happening to our people. Ooh it seems like the
days ahead are bright, but the cloud is very tick. Showing a sign of
a better days ahead. But how can we have a better days ahead, when
those in control are bent in making life so difficult for everyone. I sew exploitation, hatred and killings everywhere.
Like
I have said earlier, I'm shouting not because they will hear my voice
but because I like to shout through writing. I'm like a child, hated
and ignored by many, but lifted up by God.
Written
by,
P.
O. Iwuama, ( Bc, MA)
