SILENCE
The days are the victims of fate
As euphoria of the “Change” we loved much
Is laid to the cemetery of the nation’s hope
Hanging on the neck of the engulfing silence…
And this silence is the panting of the market women
Gasping for life under the smiling sun,
But only to watch the dancing foots
And the echoing voices of the dead market.
This silence is the drowning tears of Work-Ass
Whose rights are right in their naked eyes
Buried in the ground of deceit and lies
And only to live in borrowed breath – breads.
The silence is the weeping of little children
Craving for happiness in the public streets
Blackened with dust of their daily toil for peanut
But are being rejected to dance to songs of penury
This silence is the agonizing agony of the aged parents
Whose fruits were plunged away unripe
Into the deadly desert of drowning destiny
Left to ponder in the desert of doubts…
This silence is SILENCE
The songs of mocking birds
Success
In
Life
Emerged
Not with
Changes a day; so
Endure.
And this silence is a war
In-between Life and Death….
Written by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon,




Prince Ihenacho argues that, human beings merely assume to be rational but the reality he says, is different because; some people only stop at one of the two first stages ‘nurtured to do domestic and self-care tasks’ or ‘nurtured to go through the human designed academic system.’ Others achieve the two but, both stages do not get rid of the animalistic instincts in human beings hence; many believe that a chaotic world is ‘natural’ and there is not much anyone can do about it.





