Wonderland
       Notes From The Crab
Onyeije Emmanuel Chizurum

I last heard from her a "century" ago, but now she's calling because I'm needed.

If love is felt only when one is needed then the concept is alien to me.

Though Imperturbable, my inner man is pained.

If I was certain the future holds no place for us, I would not have shared my past.

Like the beauty of Delilah could make one justify the stupidity of Samson, I could justify mine, cause she's twice that.

Her Beauty can displace the sun at noon.

Though every natural thing come and go, my feelings for her remain like the words of the MESSIAH.

Each time I ink my experience on a blank space, critics call it fiction, but only the wise understands that fiction is a reflection of reality.
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Fear Of The Night

If only the nights could be deterred. The dark of which loud footsteps waken the flesh to hours of terror.    For the past seven nights my eyes, brain and body has known no rest.  Dre beats no longer the ear prevent from gunshots...  For the past nights left me with both Joy and Regret of living big. You are almost protected physically from owners of the night but by the same things that makes you the target in the dark.   From gate to gates, home to homes, room to rooms well armed bikini men invaded and raided. NIGHT INVASION. Helpless we lay with the fear of been shot. Watching our parents and siblings too helpless in their hands. In the hands of children no match physically to their kids but for the fear for life and of guns They are bowed. Night into nights continuous robbery. Robbery in the heart of the Government. A shame to the government.  And I search for the days we benefitted for living amidst government officials loaded and well guarded with men of the Nigerian force. Our force. But none could arise in time of need. We are left only to our fence, burglary and security dogs while they enjoy in their rooms the comfort of the armed officials.    I recall the day i was punched for keeping hair while the ones that requires punch are hailed. The cost of the tears, health, sleepless nights and lost lives resulting greed and foibles of our Government they cannot repay for their heads shall lay the weight of all victims. Increase in crime and death rate yet they remain undeterred of their decisions and leave the people in strait.    Unforeseen efforts from our dim-witted officials whom in earnestness splurge our revenue. Am been disliked for writing against them and for every ogle.. Perhaps they have forgotten that their is one that we believe more on and has never failed. God.

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