I have so many questions with no one to ask.

I try to ask and am been silenced with a gun.

I was told to always carry a flag and I won't be killed, I wrapped myself in green white and green which is the flag and sang the national anthem but still yet I was butchered and massacred

Those same people that came to me bagging for power are now using the same power I gave them to kill me.

I live in a country that claims to be Democratic in papers and words of mouth but not in action.

I live in a country where the government deny us education in other to use us later as hoodlums to kill our fellow patriots for just *500* the have so devalued us, that our lives don't matter to them.

They sent their own wards abroad to study, while they live us to squabble over the remaining resources left that we end up killing one another.

I live in a country where it is a crime to say how you feel.

I live in a country where you need to know or have someone in an organization or office to be able to process things including hospitals, services providers and industry.

I live in a country where the rich keep getting richer and the poor poorer.

I live in a country where religion separates us.

where youths can't work together because this is a Christian and that is a Muslim.

I live in a country where one will pass a person in need because he or she is afraid of being killed or kidnapped because of the state of the country.

Everyone is afraid, everyone is trying and struggling to survive, everyone is looking for just a meal per day.

I love my country and just hope for the best.

Binta fetched the earth, same one her mother's feet used to tread upon and Binta poured it into the open grave where the wooden coffin laid. Somehow, she found a reasonless cause to smile by just looking at the depth of the ground and those who comforted her saw this and whispered to her husband, "Call the psychiatrist".