I t was 1:00am this morning ! My younger came knocking at my door. "What does he want in my room at this time?" I thought. I opened the door and he said in a restless way  "Can't you hear  gunshots?" I shrugged in a nonchalant way, "I hear gunshots. The police men do that almost every night to scare the kidnappers away." "No, this gunshots I hear are not the same sounds  for the past few nights. They sound like gunshots of battle." My brother replied. I listened, the gunshots were coming after each other  too fast in sounds. It was confirmed at the mosque that the kidnappers visited again when my brothers went for prayers.. I actually thought they were just scaring people with the letter they sent day before yesterday but they were actually serious. They are dauntless for they aren't scared of the police men, the kidnappers visited the street after mine yesterday. Again. They fed on the pain and fear and agony of others for they k

Violence is a conscious invasion in the hearts of people who consciously welcome it. These people are blind to humanity, they reap their own eyes off from seeing the beauty of souls around them. They derive joy in  making pieces out of hearts and homes of innocent people. Such people are kidnappers I came back home to violence, "The boundary between peace land and violence has been broken." I was told. Most houses in my street were visited by kidnappers a week ago. Wives and children were kidnapped mostly. The kidnappers were so heartless to kill the new born baby (of not more two weeks old) of one of their hostages. They sent the corpse of the baby to the father asking him for ransom before they kill his wife too. Other fathers live in fear of what these beastly humans will do to their wives and children. Some don't have the money for the illegal bail of their family. Those who have the money the kidnappers told must await those that don't have. Hmm, now we hear g

You packed your stuffs from the hostel one evening at the end of the session but you are not packed  yourself. You didn't have transport fare so you had to carry your bed, your small drum and your stove in your hands and you were trekking off campus with all difficulty. You stopped so many times because the stuffs were heavy. You weren't really expecting help from anybody. Not because you have passed different bunches of guys who didn't offer to help but because help will only come when they are Nigerians. You stopped again when you got halfway to your destination and you were stretching you hands when you heard a male voice say "Let me help with the heavy one." But you hesitated even when you knew you needed help, "Umm, no thanks. I will manage." And he insisted, "Don't worry I am not Nigerian." And he helped. Yes! He is a Nigerian. He is not Nigerian means 'He just wants to help. No strings attached. No number collecting.  He is

We see people get depressed. True. We all have our problems but some of us don't get broken  by our problems, we tend to fight so hard. Some people say it is  the choice of humans to get depressed or not, to stay happy or sad and I keep on wondering how that is possible. Is it possible to just sit and decide to get depressed? decide to get mentally shattered ? I just believe that some people are not as strong as others to take in tomes of pain, some are not strong fighters in the battlefield of life, they need the aid of others to survive the  fight. For instance we all know that African parents are tough but some still can't get used to insults , the lack of emotions (not totally though) from these parents, they tend to get frustrated , run from home or even commit suicide which is a cliche that isn't cliche. Some are not so strong to move on when they lose loved ones not because they don't want to move on but because they can't. Some even get inferior by the