Through my Windows

Looking through my windows

I see rich and poor
Free and enslaved
Broken and whole
Different yet similar

I see beggars turn princes
I see the world at its best
The smile on the young Fulani’s sunburnt face
In a toddlers dainty tottering steps to its mother

And at its worst
I see that the rich also cry
And behind the façade
Lies more lies

Looking through my windows

My eyes behold the world’s wonders
And marvel at its stark ironies
At the joys and heartbreaks
Laughter and tears
Triumphs and defeats

I see the struggle for freedom
The struggle to hear and to be heard
The struggle for dominance
The struggle for equity, justice, peace
I see the thriving places

Laid bare by the menace of Boko Haram
I see the children
Lost, hungry and lean
Fear finds permanent residence in their eyes
I see the aged papas

And mamas
Dazed and confused
Wondering when they’ll be home again
This is not what I wish to see
But what has been seen cannot be unseen

Looking through my windows

I see hope and despair
I see bloodletting
When will all these end
I see life at its most beautiful
At its most vulnerable
At its most darkest

I see life and its sharp contrasts
Love and hatred
Peace and dissensions
I see traces of man’s humanity to man
Then comes the relapses
A momentary weakening

Looking through my windows

I see madness and tyranny
But all hope’s not lost
I see man holding out for a hero
Someone to come save them
I see that life can be tough
And only the tough get what it wants out of it
I see that if you work hard enough

Dreams can be fulfilled
Life’s what you make of it
Getting out what you put in it
In the face of it all
I see man’s relentlessness
And unflinching tenacity in not letting go
Not giving up

Looking through my windows

Daily see me the traffic of human feet
Endlessly pound the dusty street
On its way to begin yet another hustle
The sun shining indiscriminately on all
Our meaningless and not so meaningless activities
People scurrying like ants
I see man’s unfettered hope for a better tomorrow
In the  face of adversities

†††*dedicated to the victims of Boko Haram.

The menace of boko haram's become a thorn in our sides. Like a snake, it's refused to die until it's head's cut off. I dunno what to say, I'm saddened. I'm saddened.