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Black Tuesday

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When you see shooting and blood baths in movies, you’re a little shaken. But then you remember they’re just acting a script.

When you see shooting and bloodbaths in reality, you can’t even fathom it. How? How do people take the lives of others who posed no threats?

Oh! Such stark evil in their eyes and their hearts…

No wonder blood speaks the loudest. It screams of what’s been done in the darkest.

Words betray me tonight. All I can do is groan for the red stained soil, and for the souls whose blood cry out tonight.

20th October was the day the sun was darkened in Nigeria. 🇳🇬

-m.e.2020

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Soul of the Voiceless

My face hit the hard floor in one quick sweep,

My skin was bruised as I lay there, wondering what happened.

I didn’t expect what happened next..

I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders,

Knee bones boring holes in my back,

Jostling breath out of my lungs.

I tried to hold still,

Perhaps, if I didn’t move, maybe he’d let me live.

But he wasn’t going to budge.

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