STOP THE HATE

This is what happens when the pen decides to say more than it cares to defend. What the mind fights, the body fights too. Conscience is the supreme tribune of morality in a man’s heart. If the conscience is wrong in man, nothing can be right, says #JIEN Onyeagolu Tochukwu.

I appreciate our urgency for disintegration. We fight in the forgetfulness of our vulnerability. The people who could tell us the truth are the only people who are under the patronage of lies. There is already a burning bush, now we need a Moses. Millions of people have died, yet there still is a country. Sacrifices are made, yet powers are not appeased. It matters not what happens to who, does it? yet we claim brotherhood. Our patience has endured so much. Our endurance has  been patient enough.

In the mild voice of the whispering in my ear, is always a remark: “go home”. I’m confused. I know

O you mother, whose blood run in the veins of Jesus, have mercy on me.

not where I belong. Time has gone by so fast, and memories have wiped like a calligraphy on a sea shore. We have worked these miles together, we set for this journey along, we suffered the dark cold night in communion. We matched as one. Saluted alongside each other.  What then has become of our fate? The buckle holding us together is seeming very weak now. Rebellion is fast on our heels. This is no liberation, it’s a torture. We are at the verge of making a grievous mistake and when we do…it will be a memory we will have no memory of. This is a memory that looks like yesterday. this is a slippery slope, but we all desire it as a path