19/04/2020
I FOUND THEM DEAD
I could remember that evening PSG played against Borussia Dortmund, the fans stand was empty, I wasn't bothered, I thought fans were banned for some reason, besides I came to watch football not them.
Till NUC passed a circular to all schools for a month shutdown of all activities. I was happy, at least I'll sleep, eat everything my tummy wanted.
Picturing my PARTE after PARTE, leisure time to do everything my heart desires. All these and many more swam in me like a fish in a pool.
I still joked about it only for reality to strike with full force that evening when daddy's message came through my phone.
“5 cases of CORONA VIRUS in AKWA IBOM".
Then I understood what Pastor meant when he said you don't need to look for someone's trouble before war happens.
I paused for a second, looked at the mirror and asked myself if this is how my beloved ones will die.
Since then, I take a stroll every night with tears in my eyes and mouth uttering prayers of survival to my creator.
I see pains every evening during my strolls,
Our market becomes deserts as hunger cradles on the lips of the poor.
No man thinks of buying clothes except the opposite of SOLOMONS.
Schools, money, drinks, clubs the material things have no value.
All my people seek for is food and survival.
As I walk through this stress, I hear prayers from some houses while others are silent.
Worries decorated on the faces that walk with me.
I heard someone say we're in an open prison, we want to walk but can't walk, we want to work but no work, every man sleep is been truncated by his neighbor's death.
Another said the dead mocks the living because the house of refuge has no meetings as it uses to.
How do we leave this world without purpose?
How did we come into a class all of a sudden to study, maintenance of food and life?
The fear of every rain announcing RAPTURE grips my heart.
The fear I won't survive this PLAGUE worries my dreams.
Slowly the figures increase from single to double, now we see them in threes...
The earth has started developing a big appetite, it seems unsatisfied no matter the feeds given to it...
I'd pray for you but you've to pray for yourself more.
It's time to go back home, the sky has changed its frequency yet it doesn't bother the cigarette of a foolish man whose lungs won't last when given swords to battle the CURSE.
I'm on my way home, walk pass the corrupt uniforms that exercise power on the street but stoop low to collect liquidity to enrich their pots.
The END is so needed. I feel CHRIST died in vain with what my eyes see.
Finally, I'm home, laying on my bed, whispering words I don't understand to my creators.
Dear LORD, I'm a sinner found on a street of crisis, I'm on with flaws and purpose, punish me but don't take away my life (sleep).
This morning I woke up to another cry from a neighbor "WE FOUND HIM DEAD".
"The FEAR kills faster than the DISEASE", I soliloquized.
So, here I am again on my bed this night after another night stroll. With my regular prayer of survival on my lips.
The only difference between tonight's prayer is
"MAY THE DOCTORS TURNED SOLDIERS AT THE WAR FIND VICTORY THROUGH THE KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING OF GOD".
AMEN.
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