So many terrors and horrors have plagued us
Dividing and plundering our beloved bosoms
Rendering our grass brown, darker than the stones which bear no life
The fire consuming everywhere
The chaos destroying our faith in living…
Why would one want to come out again, when our eyes have been plucked out?
To make matters worse
The green and white person lay in the carnage
Between fire and bloodied ragged stones
Perhaps death is knocking…
Who lifts the green and white person up?
Who shines a smile through the gloom for our hearts to see?
Who is the crowd coming out to acknowledge?
Is he hope?
Is he possible restoration?
Is he our long lost strength?
Is he the future?
Well, the future will tell all that
But I know
He is Peter Obi
And he is on a Rescue Mission
This is our time to be saved!
___Ita, Dollars Kenthouky