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Reflect Nigeria – Chibok Horror Compounded by Dapchi Terror!

Amid the darkness of the gloom

Nothing but despair abounds

In the wilderness of the arid

Drought of feigned existence,

Where no hope subsists,

Do the Chibok and now Dapchi girls find

The extreme disillusionment

Of persistent hopelessness,

That more time evading and counting

All hope, has but evaporated into

The disintegrating dust of time,

To where existence is meaningless,

And has the ironical value of the unrelenting

Real and abiding grief of total bondage and servitude.

Will nobody aid them still…

YemilBenjoy ©

Updated March 11, 2018


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Reflect Nigeria Tragic Fiction 5 – Prayer Of An Abducted Chibok And Now Dapchi Girl

I am weary of this horrendous and feigned existence that I am forced to live
And seek complete deliverance, like some of my comrades in chains before me,
Fortunate to be relieved eternally, from the atrocities of oppression that are
Conjoined with the degradation and unveiled brutality of sexual bondage,
Into the embrace of death, from this unbearable agony that ceases not.
For I understand, that it is a transition through redemption, to eternal peace.
Which is what I seek, like some of us, who have since had the tragic fortune
To escape, from this realm, like birds from the captor’s grip, but forever free.
That respite, is what I urgently need from the endless lashing of the torture,
From the shackles of despair, as all innocence is lost from these forsaken woods
Where neither normalcy nor joy nor hope abound, and evil reigns supreme.
I said my prayers silently, the prayers of my own faith, to remove me swiftly
And instantly, from this place, and for this, I now without patience await.

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Confront The Scourge

Yet, we turn aside and ignore, the pervasive and awful signs,

Strewn amid the societal fabric, of the callous oppression

Of others in camouflage in plain sight as bullying . . .

In whatever form it rears its despicable countenance, whether within the

Seemingly innocent corridors of schools where children should carefree learn,

In the workplace where one seeks advancing livelihood in earnest regard,

On the roads, where errors in judgement cause volcanic eruptions of sometimes

Fatal rage, through the media where the appearance of some is so often

Mercilessly ridiculed with triviality . . .  be it for sex, gender, persuasion, height,

Skin colour, weight, ethnicity, accent or whatever poorly contrived excuse.

These acts, in essence are a blight on our community of civil humanity, for they,

Assume outright dastardly brutality, often with dire and desperate consequences.

Alas, ’tis  not sufficient to crouch in convenience in the shadow of

Feigned oblivion, nor with malcontent retreat, because the trajectory of the tirade

Or the constancy  of the atrocious acts  presently steer away from your course.

Nay, it is of utmost import to stand forcefully against it when encountered

And join in firm collaborative manner to rid from our existence, the scourge,

Be it as jocular jest or unadulterated abuse, for the absolute good of all.

Lest it, permeate the entirety of relations and none escape the clutches, and

All are consumed within the vortex and held forever hostage of its villainous intent.

Bullying is not a joke.

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Sorrow Not Beyond Sorrow’s Due

When situation occasions agony
And sorrow’s pain tends to linger on.
Forbear prolonged lamentation,
Lest in triumph it thrives and flourishes
Overcoming all avenues for joy within.
For the sorrow nurtured and kept alive
Forever as a companion tends to stays beside…
While that disposed of, in time, dissipates
Sparing more tears and anguish pronounced.
Nurture misery not, grief ‘s plan neither abet.
Truly, it is the soul, that despairs, that must
For its benefit, to hope eternal cling…
And the heart that in distressed anguish weeps
For its own plain relief, gladness must seek.
Thus within life’s brevity meant for all things
Extend not sorrow if it adventures near, that
It may not find habitation beyond its due…
But in earnest, room make for emotions pleasant,
Because ’tis when sorrow is bid farewell
That happiness, can fulfill its means and purpose
In joy’s delight and comfort, blossom free
Residing indeed amid inner solace and peace.


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