Rememberance of the fallen_Heroes during the EndSars Protest

 

Bimbola Ojuolape

I once traveled to a strange country in search of a greener pasture but it seemed it turned into a redder pasture. I once been to a country that massacred its citizens. Indeed! It's a Country full of bloodshed as I saw people's bodies lying lifeless on the floor. I watched as the future of tomorrow are crying in deep pain while the Government sit at the throne, turning them into a Laughing stock. The Youth to be the leaders of tomorrow wailed as blood gushed out of their eyes and ears. 

I asked the dying victims what could have happened that made them to deserve the treatment... But the response I heard left me with bewilderment as I couldn't close my mouth. Why? He trembled with anger and pain in his voice as he speak "We are only asking and fighting for our right from the people we placed in power but see what they did to us" then he gave up the ghost. 

I lamented with tears strolling down profusely from my eyes, enough to float a ship. I cried as I could feel their agony and what they had gone through. Being a stranger in a strange country, I tried to voice out for them by facing the war but the gun held towards me directly hit and pierced my heart. I let out a loud cry and fell on the ground, as I closed my eyes to death like the fall of a Giant. 

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