Showing posts with label War on Boko Haram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label War on Boko Haram. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2019

Diamond On Glass Windows



This is my number 900 blog post.
For the very first Boko Haram Victim

Enough alive
To have strength to die
You transmit that shine
From behind the screen like
A diamond on glass windows

Wherever your memory goes
You spark a flicker of hope
More than you’d ever know
You’re always on my mind
Until your death’s justified
A recipe beamed beyond tomorrows
Like a diamond on glass windows

When the sun
Wrestles the soil
For a glob
Of that innocent blood
It inspires a momentary brilliance
Like a diamond on glass windows

Your last day was a blast
And your memory pierces the bones
Charming eyes of every beholder
Like a diamond on glass windows

Akpan



Saturday, July 6, 2019

Problem Solver


I got guns
single-shot under-slug grenade launchers
sawed-off double barrel shotguns
single-action revolvers:
.357 magnums, .45 colt
Italian variants M16s
colt M 4 rifles with special mounting
system M 203 double-action trigger
anti-materiel rifle .50 BMGs
fabarm FP6 carbon fiber
9x19mm parabellums-
m 1946 sub-machine gun
double-action revolver
.30 semi-automatic carbine
.222 Remington, .243 Winchester
7mm Remington carbine
12 gauge compressed Air Launcher
general purpose machine guns
that means I can kill rats with a gun
assault rifles
civilian market variant
designated marksman rifle
.45 ACP subcompact
wlther PPKs, KAC chainSAW
brownings and Kalashnikovs
9x18 mm Makarov
aircraft mounted autocannon
plus I'm armed with C4s
then I blow fools to oblivion
that's problem solved.

Akpan


Sunday, June 30, 2019

A Multitude of Words


In the beginning was talk
Then a multitude of words
Made room for argument
The latter aided by pinpricks
Laid down the rules of engagement
We miss how things
Used to be
When a child was a child
And not a suicide

They got talks on the Middle East
Been trading words since I wore bibs
Peace talks to broker peace choke peace

Now it’s the Arabs
Wanna be starting Jihads
They got Nigeria and Niger
Stomping to the tune of Boko Haram

Sparking BBOGs
Raping, ‘pregnating teens

And we still negotiating…

In the multitude of words
There wanteth not wars.

Akpan


Sunday, December 27, 2015

Dialogue of Bullets

It's sad that Shi'ite leaders got caught in military crossfire. But I think the irony is
how their followers mustered the courage and faced soldiers who were armed with
weapons yet, they've done absolutely nothing about taking Boko Haram insurgents
out of business. A governor of a northern Nigeria state said the sect is spread across
the 19 states in the north of Nigeria... imagine such a formidable force pouring the
measure of wrath unleashed on soldiers out on Boko Haram? This is the kind of
situation that makes you ask, "What's really going on?"

You may write me up on the wall
In blood-dipped paint brush.
But I will rather die in yonder
Inferno than live in mental slavery.

I don't mind been called a hell raiser
But I think ya'll barking up the wrong tree.
While we died none broke the code of silence.
The table turns on you; you resort to violence.

If you'd expressed half the enthusiasm
From the onset of this onslaught for real,
You won't stand on the wrong side of the chasm
Acting out your spiteful hypocrisy.

Why you turn on us? The dogs are out there.
Why drop the attitude when we was bombed?
Who you fooling, why was yous acting scared?
You boldly faced the soldiers armed with slugs.

You shoulda preached that zeal all up the North;
Staged an uprising against calculated terror.
You held your peace when terror cut school kids down;
And they yelling threats from outside our walls, now?

If you wanna bring it, bring it we still here.
We never heard you hate on Boko Haram
Seems when it rains on you your voice comes clear.
Your reaction proved you to be quite an ass.

Akpan


Monday, December 21, 2015

When a Child is Bombed

A rescued Boko Haram child suicide bomber

When a child is bombed
The basis for rejoicing is stolen
The sound of laughter is stilled
Or it falls flat like the cackles of Gollum
On the eardrum making the sense of loss emphatic.

When a child is bombed
There's always an untold story erupting
Within calling out things forbidden to imagine.
A restlessness which amps up the fears of all the years
Confronts our doubts and strips bare our worst nightmares.

When a child is bombed
The weight of a shroud alights and grief is pronounced
As we recall 'tis the season the Christ-child came down.
Peace and goodwill become the substance of a fairytale
And our Xmas wish lists are like statements of how we failed.

Akpan




Christmas in Sambisa

A Christmas tribute to the Nigerian Armed Forces
for their unrelenting war on terrorism

I always had a hunch you was the prototype hero.
Now that I found the unique moment to express that fact
I'm gon' ride on the track and leave none in the dark from the intro
When the tribute engage their ears n' slide down their heart.

I really wanna invest the time to take you apart
And sink my teeth into the details until I feel the heat
Of the battle waging down on the inside as you rip open the enemy
And snatch victory like a trophy from the talons of the beasts.

Bae misses her man; the kids need their dad yet this Xmas
You'll lay down on a bed of grass; rest your head on a pillow of stone
N' if you're lucky sleep will find you cuddling a people's burden in your arms.
Yet no one deserves a better Xmas than the men who went and brought us hope.

You're the one my heart bleeds for it's of you I sing
And I will fear no evil walking thro the forest of Sambisa
Cause the shadow of a soldier supplies all the solace I seek
So let me take this time and shoot you a very merry Christmas.

Akpan



Unalloyed

Recently, the Nigerian military murdered (unintentionally)
some Shiite leaders. This is so they don't lose sight of the
big picture. The fight to end Boko Haram goes on.

The temptation to agree with your critics
Is destroying you gradually
Chewing you up on the inside like cancer;
Introducing rot into your emotional liver.
You don't make progress, brother
Riding one article of other folk's opinion.
But you'll commit blunders
On the most basic of criterion.
You really ought to know better
Ain't nobody taking the fall but you.
Who gets the blame for playing the fool?
They don't give a care
How well you fare.
Just wanna use you
Then they dump you like used up shoes.
Pry your eyes wide
Open brother, gatto be wise.
The night is young
It's the time when stars shine.
Shake off the dust and rise like a song
Flung all the way up to heaven soaring free of compromise
Like a true master of destiny.
And make it your responsibility
To carve out a personal path to glory.

Akpan



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