Confluence Reporters

The four cardinal points resonate And echo the voice of a woman, Who, like the mother hen, cuddles Her chicks under her feathers.  The voice shrills, piercing through Thick walls to provide succour to The inflamed. Mrs. Hyendua Tarfa.

Femi Johnson  A new day has broken out It's dawn, but darkness still looms One could sight a spark of light in any room Loud and clear I heard the cock crow Tick-tack, the clock sounds recurrently All these I perceived apparently

Pot calling kettle black Black people killing one another I am black amidst fellow blacks Yet, I was referred to as a stranger.

We let the sun hit us Every ray dashed its cue We let the rain beat us As we stood in hopeless queue We could not breath As these carbon monoxide exhume from hell gate They said we had leaders Those who all came and left us to ball in this hunger game

Through the bank of pulsating river, Drivers of the unjust boat set to sail, pillaging the sea pillars without mercy Even Ariel will have mercy at the pillars who have long become a pawn through which power is wrestled then left to tangle  The drivers, the cheerleaders and the yea-sayers of this iniquity have forgotten the nearness of the coastline  We shall question their evil voyage when they no longer have dogs to bite and guns to shoot without question

Tell them...tell them that when Police killed 91 of our kinsmen and razed homes and stores in Ogaminana. Natasha H. Akpoti went after them. The case is in court. Justice will be served. Barr. Natasha Hadiza Akpoti 

Like fugitive warriors, lost between suicide and heroic death Death will end the indecision no doubt Why then should we be afraid to dust the dust of life?

Like a savage wind sponsored by Ariel, Tossing things around, plaguing the treasures Not too young to recall, The sounds of Kalashnikov set the city array  Bullets rained from the dangling evil-jets flooding the city with fire, drowning as many souls as it can The light from Kalashnikov offered illumination Racing atop the littered bodies; the yesterdays peer group Bullets tossed Ibrahim, fell with his ambition Bullets heaved Yaman, the best reciter of Qur'an Tears of anguish run in papa's nose, held mom tightly, he fell to enemies hands Run! Run!! I heard papa's re-echoing voice Photo Credit: Google inc.