Tнε Path of Faith

This was written for me by Adonis from a previous reality of mine..... Ode to Aiferhaomo With a pair of damaged knees A bleeding heart And a stony stare She came to the World Thirsty for love; afraid of love Barefooted she's been roving the plains of the Great Dessert Since the beginning of time Looking for her own Ithaca Drained from the ages All those hopeless battles she fought Her body scarred from that endless rebellion Against herself And the soulless crowds Eloquent in her silence Compassionate in her cruelty Tender in her roughness Fragile in her rigidity Submissive in her dominance Dominant in her submissiveness Playful in her loftiness Cheerful in her sorrow Sane in her lunacy Ingenious in her triviality Always balancing at the edge of the blade A scared little child with the looks of a hardened warrior Perfect in her immeasurable imperfections A distant apparition of the Afric...

We are the Future We are the Past We are the First We are the Last We are the Present We are the Absent We are For-ever We are........ AFRICA!

This is true story that happened in Lagos State around the Surulere stadium axis. It is told through my eyes….. I remember something I once saw in the year 2005. An eleven year old child was burned to death by an angry mob. He was crying out to his mother, but she denied him just as Peter denied Jesus three times. His offence? He stole a baby, so he could make some money. SACRILEGE! ABOMINATION! Now, let us look at this scenario: A CHILD living on the street with no education, no family structure, no home system, no clothing, no food, no guardian. A child who is forced to fend for himself, because he's been glaringly thrown headfirst into the shocking world of adulthood. A stranger offers an opportunity of a lifetime. A couple of thousand of naira which in everyday speak is a coupla billions in naira. All he has to do is steal a baby for them. In his logic, this is viable because what he does not know would not hurt in regards to whatever his new found benefact...