The worst deaths are the ones that could have been avoided. There’s a different kind of pain that comes with knowing that you would have been able to hear their voices or hold their hands or hear them laugh. No. Wait. Scratch that. All deaths are the worst kinds. But the betrayal that comes with…
What is our history? Where do we come from? Who are we? Why are we here today? Our lands and kingdoms were divided amongst foreigners even before they met us They called it expedition Whereas it was an exploitation in disguise How many millions of us were taken? Tortured, beaten, enslaved And today we still…
If we must die, Let it not be at the expense of iPhones as symbols of luxury Let it not be at the mercy of dreadlocks Let it not be for our failures to hide our bank accounts Let it not be for the colors of our hair Or the jewelries on our necks. If…
Here’s the thing. You see our pictures on Twitter and Instagram, you see people in photos making power poses with cardboards and placards saying things like “You Messed With The Wrong Generation! #EndPoliceBrutality” or “Na Fine I Fine I No Kill Anybody #EndSarsNow” etc. You think it’s cool, right? You say oh those are awesome…
We stand together Hands clenched Fists held high Enough, we scream marching forward Enough, the blood of our comrades from underneath the earth echo back Though our accents vary, our voices united Uttering the silent dreams of generations before us We are the hope of the common man The torch that lay bare systems made…