BOKO HARAM

My pillow dabbed my tears, polishing billows of recalcitrant fears. Lending credence to the ubiquitous doubts of many a man swayed by depression.

The cold weather that burned off my candle, the crazy breeze that blew off some people's hope of a tomorrow sealed with bliss. I weep for my nation. To have a Boko Man among a crowd is certainly a scare that tells someone ... That we are sitting on a keg of gun powder.

Boko Haram! It's a shame! What does it cost to fight the foundation on which one was suckled? What does it cost to bite the fingers that fed one with devotion in the days of winter and to spite the heart that loved one in the days of trials. Boko Haram, make your case clear for I am sure you have no case to present. You are only a mere bunch looking for an inconsequential haven for your terrorist tendencies.

What stress do you have with western education? What stress do you have with the very thing from which the gadgets you use were made? What sort of contradiction laced with shameful ignorance is this? Boko Haram loyalists, wake up to realities.

Nigerians, let's learn to love. Let love come from the east wind, let hope come from the west wind and let them shake hands with North and South. Let no boundary be set, let no prejudice be formed and let our unity in diversity transcend above the realms of realities and gather us in to a world of unity heralded by awesome possibilities.

Again, I dare to say that we are strongest when we have shoulders to lean on in times of stress, hands to hold in times of doubt and friends to laugh with despite the unpredictable vicissitudes of life.

Nigerians, let's join hands to fight Boko Haram. Terrorism must be far from our shores.

Think for a moment, who can be happy because you live? The worth of a man's life is measured by how much value he adds to those around him.

Boko Haram, beware! Like Al Queda, you shall crumble, like dummies; you shall fumble, even much faster than Al Queda. Everyday maybe for the robber but one day would be for the owner of the house and that day you would smell grandma's snuff box in the mythological land of the of the Spirits.

Boko Haram, Beware! Only time will tell!