Posted on October 11, 2012


Moskeda Lounge

I saw the tears of the oppressed—and they have no comforter; power was on the side of the oppressors—and they have no comforter.


There is a general malaise in Nigeria, some form of perverse darkness about this present age. It looms over everything and I’m wondering when or if it is ever going to be lifted. Will the curtains close on this mad drama? Surely we can’t go on like this, because the pale horseman, the one called death has left the edges where the weak and sick and old dwell and is now eating deep into the seams. He swings his sickle and the blood of the young, strong, healthy and innocent overflow. There is no method to the madness that snatches the souls of men these days.

There was once a country but it is no more. Every man is for himself and I really doubt if…

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