by Adekoya Boladale

Who dare whisper to these ones that the night guard went on recess? Who is manly enough to tell them the King was cruising in the bosom of his beloved when evil came? They said the guards fled They said they fought but were too weak.

Sorrow feels the heart when hopes are lost,

Bitterness consumes the soul when dreams die

In wake of the day they came

Before cock crows they were by their bedside

Waking the beautiful Angels with guns and Matchet

Oh how tender their skins were

Oh how soft were their cheeks

 

It was not a call to worship

No, it was not a call to pray

The monsters from the deepest pit of hell have come

The seeds of evil sowed by beast in high places are here for harvest

Oh poor little children

Oh little subtle ones

 

In the tenderness of their slumber

In the kindness of their sleep

They cast their spears beneath their hearts

Their arrows found succor within their belly

Hajia tried to run but her legs were heavy

Aminat screamed for life but her lungs were dry

Oh how low the tempo of their agonies were.

 

In the pool of their blood they gaps for breath

Wallowing with crawling fingers calling out to mum for help

Helpless and tired they scream in pains

Tears could not come visiting for the lake of flames sucked them up

Oh how tender skin turn to ashes

Oh how hope turn to winds

 

All is calm now

The princesses are gone

The beast have gotten their bounty

And all that is left are fading smokes of agony

 

But who will calm their nerves?

Who will suck up their grief?

Who will wipe off their tears?

Who will call them mama?

Who will call them papa?

The drivers on whose back they rode to our realm

 

Who dare whisper to these ones that the night guard went on recess?

Who is manly enough to tell them the King was cruising in the bosom of his beloved when evil came?

They said the guards fled

They said they fought but were too weak.

 

Oh little Princesses,

Be still and wipe off your tears

Mummy will be okay

Daddy will be fine

Rejoice for the troubles and agony of this world will no longer hunt thee

Pains, broken promises, deceit and lies you shall see no more.

 

Be wary not for the lost is theirs

Ponder not for a nation that went to merry at your grief

Wipe your tears for they feel not your pains

Their condolences have been written on facebook

Their Elegy scripted on the pages of twitter

The King has declared a feast to mark a Centenary.

 

To the bounty hunters who have killed the body

Hope it makes them live forever.

To them who have killed the dreams,

Hope the future of their generations become blissful

To them who have murdered hope

It is left to divine to give them peace.

 

I will miss your smile

I will miss your laugh

I will miss the mouth that speaks no evil

I will miss the lips that bares no curse

I will miss the hearts that feels no hatred

I will miss the souls that nurse no bias.

Adieu Angels, Adieu.

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