The Boko boys hit again, early this morning while men, women and children milled around the bus park in Nyanya, eyes still gritty from sleep. What can I say?
Eternal rest grant them, O Lord.
And for us who watch from the sidelines,
shamelessly commenting and taking pictures
writing poems and being grateful ‘they’ are not our family or friends
Please, have mercy.
P.S: I hope you enjoy the poem or maybe the pictures enough to drop a comment. The more infuriated it sounds, the better…we’re really good at that stuff.