START WITH A COW!

The two most important days of our lives, are the days of our births and the day we find the purpose of our living. I couldn’t agree more. However, between our date of birth and the day we leave earth, some days stand out and we live to remember them for the rest of our lives. It was just another Wednesday evening in August, I was in the comfort of my room reading my community lecture notes in preparation for a test coming up in two days’ time. My attention was torn between the lengthy notes and the events that had transpired earlier in the day. My day didn’t go as planned .I was assessed for a test and I was not sure if had impressed the professor in charge of general Oncology (surgery) or wasted my time. Medicine has always been closed to my heart and the cliché maxim of saving life was actually true for me. That evening I wasn’t going to save a human life, I would save a drowning cow. It would have been more noble if I had performed a cardiopulmonary resuscitation(CPR) and saved a patient, but I guess- all lives matter.
In a world where everybody is busy minding their business-even if that business yields no profit, people are moved to come to the aid of others but hardly do so. The reasons are not far-fetched. People with good intentions in the past have been become victims to those they offered help. Some have lost their phones because they offered a seemingly desperate person an opportunity to make a call. Some people’s lives have been cut short simply for trying to shorten a long distance for strangers on foot.
I heard the strange voice screaming in fulfude in our compound. I was initially scared to respond considering that the time was already 8p.m and I resided in a part of Lamingo that was isolated and shielded from the main road by a forest and a dam. If you’re a Nigerian you know that our suspicions about nature is quite overstated. We have given so much to fear that we believe that cats and Owls are evil spirits even though we agree that all God created was good. I finally mustered the courage to reply in hausa “wai ne”? the young boy replied “ka taimake ni, shanu na ya fadi a ruwa”.For reasons still unknown to me and which many people will find stupid, I left my room and followed him along a very bushy and muddy path that was atleast fifteen minutes from my house. It was dead silent and as I followed the young lad, headlines of news about Fulani herdsmen attack kept flashing before my eyes. Questions ran through my mind at the speed of light before I had answers. What if this boy was sent to lure me to my grave? What if today was last day? I managed to stay calm and after a few more meters,I noticed a mid size cow in an uncompleted pit for sewage that was filled with rain water for a building at lintel stage. The cow was visibly fatigued. The boy held unto its horns while I tried grabbing the two front limbs. We would drag and pull repeatedly for almost fifteen minutes which felt like eternity at that time. We eventually pulled it from the pit to the relieve of both of us . The cow couldn’t stand on its feet and it laid on the ground gasping for air. It had swallowed more than its daily dietary water requirement. The boy was visibly happy and kept thanking me in hausa. I quickly started my journey to my apartment while advising the boy to hurry up and go back home.
This is not your typical hero story, but who said it should be? I had set out to be a medical doctor and not a veterinary doctor ,let alone a “sarkin pawa”, but the twists and turns of life doesn’t always conform to our plans. Sometimes before you become a leader, you must assume the role a servant and sometimes before you save a human life, you must first save that of a cow. I do not consider myself a good Samaritan on any level, because I am a very flawed man, but the essence of sharing this story is not for self-extolment, It is for us to look inwards and ask ourselves life’s most persistent and urgent question; what are we doing for others?. This would have been a better story if I had save a fellow homosapien like me and not an ordinary cow. As a matter of fact , we are supposed to eat cows and not save them. But this is not a story about a cow, it not a story about me or a young Fulani boy. It our story .It is about tolerance in the midst of division. It is a tale about compassion and the believe that love will always triumph over hate if we let it.

Selah!

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

28th August ,2019

Love memoirs II

I wrote you epistles, disguised as love letters..
I walk around with a post card of you in my wallet.. And the red lipstick from our first kiss is still on that white shirt..
I swore I’ll never put it in detergent..
And when mother asked, I told her the stain was from arts class..
I Left you roses in between pages of our favorite books..
But they’ve withered, just as our love has..
They’ve broken into little pieces just like our scorched hearts..
We got so thirsty of love and now our we drenched in blood..
Alas the things we do for love.
Lose ourselves in search of others..
Swallow our pride,and still fall from its edge..
The play created by the gods to entertain themselves
plagued by the malady that always ends with a ballad!
*Parkwat Walkyes Joshua*

ONCE UPON A TIME

We really had it going that year
Things were hard but we didn't really care.
People die all the time but losing you was the only fear.
We drank too much coffee than  necessary.
Played hide and seek till we got sick of it.
Stay up way too late ,then adjust the wall clock by 2 hours
We made a ton of vows,said I'd still marry even if you got bigger than cow.
You use to say you'll leave me if I didn't grow a beard.
Well look at us now, I finally grew a beard and we finally grew apart.
We use to fight and break everything, never thought we will break each other's hearts .
I still smile at the portrait you drew of me,I am sure you wanted to draw something abstract.
You left with my XXL white shirt and I wear those rainbows socks I stole from you.
But I guess, we are all on the same journey with different paths.
We all have memories,  not all of them make us laugh.
Love is a beautiful thing until it is not?
Or is it just people?
Hearts never seem to break even.
Somebody recovers early,the other grows feeble.
People will always leave you.
But make sure when they do, you still find a way to love you. 
Parkwat Walkyes parky

PLACEBO EFFECT.

I only know you, cause you don’t exist.
I see you in frames of dreams.
Your hair like wind in trees
Your perfume like rain in April.

You’re imperfect and thats a lie.
You’re perfect and that’s no truth.
A heart wants only wants what it knows.
Is the the mind that chase after ghosts.

I’ll leave you a note
In the place only you and I know.
I wrote it in love,not English
is the language everyone understands.

I’ll leave you flowers
I know they’ll whither
Just like us humans
Beautiful and dusty with time.

Fantasy and reality just two jealous sisters.
But I love the placebo effect.
Reality does not always work for me.
So I’ll take your jealous sister.

Parkwat Walkyes Parky.

On a rainy day in July.

KNOW THY ALPHABETS.

No one has to die because the shape of their red blood cell differs from another.
No one should be labelled a ‘sickler’ because of a combination of alphabets.
No one should say ‘I do’ with fear in their hearts.
No one should count down to the day of their death,when they should be living life.
No one should have to celebrate each passing birthday with fear.
No one should put their future on hold because of uncertainty.
No one should be denied the gift of seeing the world from the alps.
No one should be scared to see creation from its deepest depths.
No one should be denied the tales by moonlight around a bonfire.

We have lost our loved ones to the sickle cell anaemia.
We can’t lose anymore.
We have seen them fight for their lives.
And we can join them too.
We can raise awareness about the disease.
We can get tested to know our alphabets.
We can stop spreading stigma and start spreading love.
We can’t stop the ripper ,but we can tell it not today and certainly not tomorrow.
Know your alphabets now!

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

On occasion of World Sickle cell Anaemia day.

IF LIFE…

If life were like the movies
It will begin with my favorite song

And end with a chord from Nina Simone

We will all find love

We’d all be heroes and overcome storms.
If life were like what we saw on TV

We could predict the ending

We could actually have alternative endings.

We will change the channel if reality got expensive.
If life were like Hollywood

We’d pick the perfect script.

We’d all be stars and make people marvel.

We Will have subtitles for our lives,so people Will never misunderstand us.
If life were like the TV series

You could twist the plot and tinker with fate

You could start out a coward in season one

And die a hero in the season finale.
If life were like Nollywood

We could leave the village and make it in the city

‘Six years later’ and we’ll all be rich.

‘2 years later’ we’ll all be happily married with kids.

And after all is said and done it will end with ‘To God be the glory’.
If life were like the movies

We’ll have second chances

We could live longer.

Have several parts or sequels.

We could go back to the past .

We could undo a lot of things with flash backs.
If life were like Bollywood

We will sing the bad days away.

We’ll never have to sing the blues.

We’ll know our enemies fair and square.

Love will be a real fantasy after all.
If life were like the movies

You’ll meet her on your best dressed day.

She’ll laugh at all your jokes.

Your first kiss will be under a full moon ,who needs a lamp post?

You could break up and make up a thousand times.
If life were like the movies

Like actors we will get better with practice.

Our survival guaranteed with rehearsals.

If we made mistakes, we can just say ‘cut’.

If it got dark we can just scream out ‘lights’.
But life is not always a movie.

You’ll soon figure that life is actually bigger than a screen.

We go to bed with dreams ,wake up with nightmares and vices versa.

Life is short.

Life is long.

Life is up and downs.

Life is black suites Friday

Life is vows and rings Saturdays

Life.

Is given, is taken.

The goal is to live in between.

Maybe you’ll cross the lines.

Maybe you’ll fall a few times.

But if you persevere

You’ll rise,maybe here or in the next life.

Parkwat Walkyes Parky
On occasion of World poetry day

Untitled

I’ve never believed in fortune cookies
Never believed star gazing held the answers
Never believed in lucky numbers
Or people with dreams calling it prophesy.

I’ve never believed that love is evil
But I know humans are up to the task.
I know the devil is a reckless lion
But I know us to be straying sheep

I believe that love conquers all
But I know pride usually gets in the way.
I don’t believe in free things
If you don’t pay the price, you’ll pay with your life.

I don’t believe in growing old
I just know know time dyes your hair grey and your teeth brown.
I don’t believe the young are dumb and broke.
Is an issue of deficiency in wisdom.

I don’t believe the clocks tell the story of time accurately.
And I don’t believe Alarms wake us from sleep either.
I know time is not just Distance/speed.
I just know time is more precious than a Patek 5711

I don’t believe in Facebook friends
I know they like my selfies,but that’s probably the boredom
And for record ‘lol’ is a misused word.
Laugher is not typed,it is laughed.

I believe in God.
I believe Jesus saves .
I believe there is more to life than ambition.
I know I am a sinner
I know you I need Jesus.

Parkwat Walkyes Parky
Scalpeldiary

GOOD SAMARITAN IN DEVIL’S CITY.

It is an axiom that human beings are the most intelligent species,but I doubt if we the most caring.Benjamin kept his eyes wide open and his neck was now sour from looking at traffic lights, faces covered in tattoos and the vast plantation of iron rods and concrete encased in glass.The streets were littered with people and he could only imagine the demons they harboured-they must be legion.No one could have blamed him.This place was nothing like his hometown-this was the big ol’ city.On Sunday morning Benjamin was surprised to find out the nearest church had more pews than people.In Trent, the local Pastor greeted everyone with a warm handshake,and the whole community attended funerals like it was a celebration of life.Even in death,the people of Trent always had a reason to stick together. Where he came from, everyone mattered. Everything counted-even the small talk.The story of where he grew up was no different from his bedtime stories.The beasts die and Cinderella finds her prince charming.It is not uncommon for high school sweethearts to marry each other and have their tombstones lying side-by-side after a long and ordinary life.Divorce is forbidden and the only thing that parted two souls was death itself.That Sunday evening as he walked slowly back to his apartment, a man was lying in his pool of blood in the distance.His initial reaction was erratic,he crossed the road without minding the traffic light which was still glowing red.He knelt down beside him applying pressure to his abdomen.It was certain that if the paramedics didn’t arrive in a few minutes,the young man was going to die.A small crowd now surrounded them and seem to be more interested in taking pictures than anything else. The dying man was pointing towards a clown on stilths.He whispered in low tones, ‘ hhh..he ..him ,he shot me’. It was now clear to Benjamin that it was not enough for them to shoot you in the big city.They had to watch you die just for the sake of it!

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

April 2nd,A.D 2019

WHEN SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN;The Nigerian story!

In late 2010 ,Mohamed Bouazizi a street vendor in Tunisia ended his life by setting himself ablaze, this singular act would spark a series of anti-government protests from the streets of Tunisia to the deserts of Egypt and beyond. What started in Africa would spread like wildfire to the Middle East. Dictators ran away like prey from the claws of its predator. The hunter became the hunted and regimes came crashing down like a house of cards. The world had its eyes on Africa, and for a good reason. A ray of hope was slowly illuminating the dark Continent or so it seemed. However, back in Nigeria eagle square remained quiet despite the fact that the Boko haram menace was gaining momentum by the day. What keeps Nigerians indoors when others are outside in the snow or heat protesting? why haven’t we had the much talked about revolution till date? Why haven’t we moved with the times? Why haven’t we made that giant leap from third world country to a developed nation?
It seems antithetical to put silence and Nigeria in one sentence. After all, our music is loud .Our costumes speak in high decibels and we are very articulate in Queen’s English with a loud accent to match. You need to hear us when we pray in churches and mosques-very loud, and we can shout enough to stir our English and Spanish clubs to victory despite been hundreds of miles away. With the foregoing, one can be tempted to say Nigerians are not silent people. Agreed! although we can also agree that we make a lot of noise instead of making our voices heard.
Today in Nigeria, the government of day is introducing very questionable policies, but only a few people are challenging the status quo.The Ruga scheme seems like a plan to please a certain sect. Leah Sharibu is still in captivity, but the average Nigerian is busy arguing whether Donald Trump deserves a second tenure or not.There is widespread insecurity and discontent with how the affairs of our nation is handled, but unlike our neighbor Sudan,we are not in eagles square making our voices heard,at best we are cowards behind screens retweeting.Whenever there is call for public protest and you’ll not be surprised to see only a handful of people.
Throughout history, societies that have progressed were those that were vocal about their situations. The oppressed had to stand up and demand for their freedom, because as Martin Lurther King Jr once said “freedom is not voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed”. After 59years as an independent nation, we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place,not sure if we are better off than we were before 1960. Employees are molested by their bosses in the office and they are mute. Pensioners must pay bribes before they are paid and people are not filing complaints at the servicom office. We have so pampered and tolerated our gullible politicians that the rest of the world is also treating us with utter disrespect.
Nigerians are so quick to forgive-which is noble, but we are also in a haste to forget the lessons that came with the pain. We must abandon the thought that government exits to cater for our needs. We must not wait to be given what is ours by right. We must raise our voices and demand for it.
Perhaps our predicament is not entirely our fault. We have been programed since childhood to hold back our opinions under the guise of morality and skewed discipline. We claim it is not right for a child to speak where elders gather-even when the child has better things to say. In our schools the line between discipline and abuse is crossed on a daily basis .Recently ,a student of my Alma Mata was disfigured by a staff for simple offence that had not yet been proven to be true. The boy never opened up about the incident. Lucliky, someone was able to bring it to the schools attention before action had to be taken. These kind of stories live with us every day. Some of us have similar experience
It is understandable why many Nigerians don’t speak up in the midst of oppression. For example, most men in “uniform” harass law abiding citizens daily. Only a few of such people have the courage to report the case to the police, however , in the end nothing positive is usually done about it. Therefore,we have become a people that would rather face oppression in silence than speak up. We cry in private and smile in public.This is why our problems are always with us.
Recently, a very sacred table was shaken. The wife of celebrity singer Timi Dakolo came out publicly to accuse Pastor Biodun of The Commonwealth Of Zion Assembly ,COZA of rape. While I don’t know the truth, a lot of people wondered why it took her many years to bring it to public notice.. Rape is a very traumatizing event and culture does not help either. Those who open up about rape are thought to bring shame to their family and are ridiculed. Many are even accused of lying. And because we not a very listening society, most people live with their pain .From house helps who have become slaves under the care of their supposed guardians to boys and girls that have been abused by “men of GOD”. The catholic church too has been hit with accusations of pedophilia which the church only recently admitted. While we are a religious people, we must not use religion as an excuse for ignorance. The average Nigerian Christian does not want to “touch God’s anointed or do him harm”, however we must not shy away from telling them the truth when the need arises. We admit we are all sinners, but there is a difference between telling people the truth and judging them.
If ever our country must succeed beyond the Red Queen’s race, we must learn to speak up despite the consequence than live in a pseudo comfort of silence. We must join our voices together and shout for justice. Christians, Muslims and atheist must hold hands and match in the streets. We must pick sides and not remain neutral in the affairs that concern the soul of our nation. We must allow government or the Gestapos to bully us into silence.
If Malcom X, martin Luther King Jr, William Wilberforce, Rosa parks and the others didn’t speak up, slavery might still be in practice today. If Mary Slessor didn’t take a stand, nobody will be praying to God for ejima. The little freedom we enjoy today is the collective sacrifices of those who came before us. We owe it to future generations to do more. If we don’t learn to speak up as a nation, we might as continue suffering and smiling !
The Nigerian story!
In late 2010 ,Mohamed Bouazizi a street vendor in Tunisia ended his life by setting himself ablaze, this singular act would spark a series of anti-government protests from the streets of Tunisia to the deserts of Egypt and beyond. What started in Africa would spread like wildfire to the Middle East. Dictators ran away like prey from the claws of its predator. The hunter became the hunted and regimes camWHEN SILENCE IS NOT GOLDEN; The Nigerian story!
In late 2010 ,Mohamed Bouazizi a street vendor in Tunisia ended his life by setting himself ablaze, this singular act would spark a series of anti-government protests from the streets of Tunisia to the deserts of Egypt and beyond. What started in Africa would spread like wildfire to the Middle East. Dictators ran away like prey from the claws of its predator. The hunter became the hunted and regimes came crashing down like a house of cards. The world had its eyes on Africa, and for a good reason. A ray of hope was slowly illuminating the dark Continent or so it seemed. However, back in Nigeria eagle square remained quiet despite the fact that the Boko haram menace was gaining momentum by the day. What keeps Nigerians indoors when others are outside in the snow or heat protesting? why haven’t we had the much talked about revolution till date? Why haven’t we moved with the times? Why haven’t we made that giant leap from third world country to a developed nation?
It seems antithetical to put silence and Nigeria in one sentence. After all, our music is loud .Our costumes speak in high decibels and we are very articulate in Queen’s English with a loud accent to match. You need to hear us when we pray in churches and mosques-very loud, and we can shout enough to stir our English and Spanish clubs to victory despite been hundreds of miles away. With the foregoing, one can be tempted to say Nigerians are not silent people. Agreed! although we can also agree that we make a lot of noise instead of making our voices heard.
Today in Nigeria, the government of day is introducing very questionable policies, but only a few people are challenging the status quo.The Ruga scheme seems like a plan to please a certain sect. Leah Sharibu is still in captivity, but the average Nigerian is busy arguing whether Donald Trump deserves a second tenure or not.There is widespread insecurity and discontent with how the affairs of our nation is handled, but unlike our neighbor Sudan,we are not in eagles square making our voices heard,at best we are cowards behind screens retweeting.Whenever there is call for public protest and you’ll not be surprised to see only a handful of people.
Throughout history, societies that have progressed were those that were vocal about their situations. The oppressed had to stand up and demand for their freedom, because as Martin Lurther King Jr once said “freedom is not voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed”. After 59years as an independent nation, we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place,not sure if we are better off than we were before 1960. Employees are molested by their bosses in the office and they are mute. Pensioners must pay bribes before they are paid and people are not filing complaints at the servicom office. We have so pampered and tolerated our gullible politicians that the rest of the world is also treating us with utter disrespect.
Nigerians are so quick to forgive-which is noble, but we are also in a haste to forget the lessons that came with the pain. We must abandon the thought that government exits to cater for our needs. We must not wait to be given what is ours by right. We must raise our voices and demand for it.
Perhaps our predicament is not entirely our fault. We have been programed since childhood to hold back our opinions under the guise of morality and skewed discipline. We claim it is not right for a child to speak where elders gather-even when the child has better things to say. In our schools the line between discipline and abuse is crossed on a daily basis .Recently ,a student of my Alma Mata was disfigured by a staff for simple offence that had not yet been proven to be true. The boy never opened up about the incident. Lucliky, someone was able to bring it to the schools attention before action had to be taken. These kind of stories live with us every day. Some of us have similar experience
It is understandable why many Nigerians don’t speak up in the midst of oppression. For example, most men in “uniform” harass law abiding citizens daily. Only a few of such people have the courage to report the case to the police, however , in the end nothing positive is usually done about it. Therefore,we have become a people that would rather face oppression in silence than speak up. We cry in private and smile in public.This is why our problems are always with us.
Recently, a very sacred table was shaken. The wife of celebrity singer Timi Dakolo came out publicly to accuse Pastor Biodun of The Commonwealth Of Zion Assembly ,COZA of rape. While I don’t know the truth, a lot of people wondered why it took her many years to bring it to public notice.. Rape is a very traumatizing event and culture does not help either. Those who open up about rape are thought to bring shame to their family and are ridiculed. Many are even accused of lying. And because we not a very listening society, most people live with their pain .From house helps who have become slaves under the care of their supposed guardians to boys and girls that have been abused by “men of GOD”. The catholic church too has been hit with accusations of pedophilia which the church only recently admitted. While we are a religious people, we must not use religion as an excuse for ignorance. The average Nigerian Christian does not want to “touch God’s anointed or do him harm”, however we must not shy away from telling them the truth when the need arises. We admit we are all sinners, but there is a difference between telling people the truth and judging them.
If ever our country must succeed beyond the Red Queen’s race, we must learn to speak up despite the consequence than live in a pseudo comfort of silence. We must join our voices together and shout for justice. Christians, Muslims and atheist must hold hands and match in the streets. We must pick sides and not remain neutral in the affairs that concern the soul of our nation. We must allow government or the Gestapos to bully us into silence.
If Malcom X, martin Luther King Jr, William Wilberforce, Rosa parks and the others didn’t speak up, slavery might still be in practice today. If Mary Slessor didn’t take a stand, nobody will be praying to God for ejima. The little freedom we enjoy today is the collective sacrifices of those who came before us. We owe it to future generations to do more. If we don’t learn to speak up as a nation, we might as continue suffering and smiling !
e crashing down like a house of cards. The world had its eyes on Africa, and for a good reason. A ray of hope was slowly illuminating the dark Continent or so it seemed. However, back in Nigeria eagle square remained quiet despite the fact that the Boko haram menace was gaining momentum by the day. What keeps Nigerians indoors when others are outside in the snow or heat protesting? why haven’t we had the much talked about revolution till date? Why haven’t we moved with the times? Why haven’t we made that giant leap from third world country to a developed nation?
It seems antithetical to put silence and Nigeria in one sentence. After all, our music is loud .Our costumes speak in high decibels and we are very articulate in Queen’s English with a loud accent to match. You need to hear us when we pray in churches and mosques-very loud, and we can shout enough to stir our English and Spanish clubs to victory despite been hundreds of miles away. With the foregoing, one can be tempted to say Nigerians are not silent people. Agreed! although we can also agree that we make a lot of noise instead of making our voices heard.
Today in Nigeria, the government of day is introducing very questionable policies, but only a few people are challenging the status quo.The Ruga scheme seems like a plan to please a certain sect. Leah Sharibu is still in captivity, but the average Nigerian is busy arguing whether Donald Trump deserves a second tenure or not.There is widespread insecurity and discontent with how the affairs of our nation is handled, but unlike our neighbor Sudan,we are not in eagles square making our voices heard,at best we are cowards behind screens retweeting.Whenever there is call for public protest and you’ll not be surprised to see only a handful of people.
Throughout history, societies that have progressed were those that were vocal about their situations. The oppressed had to stand up and demand for their freedom, because as Martin Lurther King Jr once said “freedom is not voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed”. After 59years as an independent nation, we find ourselves stuck between a rock and a hard place,not sure if we are better off than we were before 1960. Employees are molested by their bosses in the office and they are mute. Pensioners must pay bribes before they are paid and people are not filing complaints at the servicom office. We have so pampered and tolerated our gullible politicians that the rest of the world is also treating us with utter disrespect.
Nigerians are so quick to forgive-which is noble, but we are also in a haste to forget the lessons that came with the pain. We must abandon the thought that government exits to cater for our needs. We must not wait to be given what is ours by right. We must raise our voices and demand for it.
Perhaps our predicament is not entirely our fault. We have been programed since childhood to hold back our opinions under the guise of morality and skewed discipline. We claim it is not right for a child to speak where elders gather-even when the child has better things to say. In our schools the line between discipline and abuse is crossed on a daily basis .Recently ,a student of my Alma Mata was disfigured by a staff for simple offence that had not yet been proven to be true. The boy never opened up about the incident. Lucliky, someone was able to bring it to the schools attention before action had to be taken. These kind of stories live with us every day. Some of us have similar experience
It is understandable why many Nigerians don’t speak up in the midst of oppression. For example, most men in “uniform” harass law abiding citizens daily. Only a few of such people have the courage to report the case to the police, however , in the end nothing positive is usually done about it. Therefore,we have become a people that would rather face oppression in silence than speak up. We cry in private and smile in public.This is why our problems are always with us.
Recently, a very sacred table was shaken. The wife of celebrity singer Timi Dakolo came out publicly to accuse Pastor Biodun of The Commonwealth Of Zion Assembly ,COZA of rape. While I don’t know the truth, a lot of people wondered why it took her many years to bring it to public notice.. Rape is a very traumatizing event and culture does not help either. Those who open up about rape are thought to bring shame to their family and are ridiculed. Many are even accused of lying. And because we not a very listening society, most people live with their pain .From house helps who have become slaves under the care of their supposed guardians to boys and girls that have been abused by “men of GOD”. The catholic church too has been hit with accusations of pedophilia which the church only recently admitted. While we are a religious people, we must not use religion as an excuse for ignorance. The average Nigerian Christian does not want to “touch God’s anointed or do him harm”, however we must not shy away from telling them the truth when the need arises. We admit we are all sinners, but there is a difference between telling people the truth and judging them.
If ever our country must succeed beyond the Red Queen’s race, we must learn to speak up despite the consequence than live in a pseudo comfort of silence. We must join our voices together and shout for justice. Christians, Muslims and atheist must hold hands and match in the streets. We must pick sides and not remain neutral in the affairs that concern the soul of our nation. We must allow government or the Gestapos to bully us into silence.
If Malcom X, martin Luther King Jr, William Wilberforce, Rosa parks and the others didn’t speak up, slavery might still be in practice today. If Mary Slessor didn’t take a stand, nobody will be praying to God for ejima. The little freedom we enjoy today is the collective sacrifices of those who came before us. We owe it to future generations to do more. If we don’t learn to speak up as a nation, we might as continue suffering and smiling !

Parkwat Walkyes Parky

July 6,A.D 2019

LOVE MEMIORS I

I feel guilty wishing you a good night,when I was not a part of your day.
So ,will it be to much,if I visited you tonight in your dreams?
And finally get to see the demons that are chasing you?
But I am scared,cos I think I’ll see my face there.

They say some men die for love,others live for the hurt.
I am not really sure where I belong.
Forgive my over indulgence in words.
My actions don’t really say much.
Maybe I am still bleeding from the first cut.
I’ve been known to hold a grudge again my first love.
Flesh may heal,wounds leave scars
But how do you mend a broken spirit?
So here we are tired from what we thought was love.
Exhausted from chasing happiness that was with us all along.
Our hands bleeding from holding on to things that should have left with wind.
But maybe there is still hope..
Who knows if something beautiful becomes of our mutual choas.
Who knows? unless we try again
Careful this time that we do not fall into black holes and call it love.

Parkwat Walkyes Joshua
13th May,2019

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