#FloetryByJulietKego | For Leah Sharibu – A Happy Birthday?

For daughters – Alice Ngaddah, Chibok Girls and Leah Sharibu…LEAH – A Happy Birthday?

They’ll be back, Papa
Aye Mama..

Beaded words
strung into secrets shloka
hang ’em like pāda
a dua verse, a psalm, a song,
an ululation, a chant, a canticle,
a poem; a sombre sonnet for their safety..

A prayer for sisters;
a song for our daughters♥JK

 © Juliet ‘Kego

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 9 of 30. Verses by JulietKego: EXPLOSION



When they drop a bomb
in Kandahar,
some splintered shells
touch down in Paris,
fragmented coils
travel to Damascus,
a live lug finds a way
to my backyards in
And then,
it detonates
inside all of us….


#68. Floetry by JulietKego: If I Die Again… (Destination: France and not Baga)!


I AM BAGA - Floetry by JulietKego

Two, Two hundred or Two thousand?
We debate numbers, carelessly offhand.
In an orgy of violence, in this desolate land,
while children are slaughtered like salah rams

In numbers to rival Bar beach grains of sand
and the zoo masters feed off goats and yams
So if I must die, and die, one day I must
I fear not, either a svelte bomb or a crude dagger

I ask for this one wish; honour my plea in trust
Let me die in far away Paris, not here in Baga
Here sons, now enemies; Boko Haramites
multiply like an army of fornicating termites

Take me there, far, far away from here.
For here, many the toga of terrorists bear
it is becoming so very hazy for me to really tell
between Dasukis and his many master-devils

A case of who is evil and who is purely evil?
All parties sullied, to darkness their souls did sell
Here, they piss, shit and spit on my grave
In this town I am ignored, cruelly scorned

Take me to France, lay me under Eiffel’s cave
Where I shall be honoured and mourned
by one million souls who’ll remember my face
CNN will call my name from sea to sea

Even old Fox will fold me in her cold embrace
while Dokpesi and NTA air Liverpool-Chelsea
matches and owambes; political parties’ campaign
And drink of my blood mixed with fine champagne

And on my grave they gladly, gleefully dance
Hapless, to deaf ears may I not plaintively cry
for between cowardice and cluelessness, I die
If I die, do not bury me in baga,
take me far, far away from Naija….

© Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido (All rights reserved).

#RandomMusings Elnathan John’s Born on a Tuesday sheds some light on the Northern Experience (Almajiri, Fundamentalism, Faith, Family….)

Born on a Tuesday by Elnathan JohnBetween my dear friend Adaobi Nkeokelonye’s heart-tugging and brave chronicles of the IDPs in the North and Elnathan John’s new book ‘Born on a Tuesday’, I can confess that I know more now about a part of my homeland and the lives of many of our brothers and sisters than I ever did before.

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#AllLivesMatter #RandomMusings. What is the Value of a Nigerian Life?

Baga Nigeria

You come across some posts on social media and the only word you can utter is GBAM! And you’re filled with gratitude that someone shared their truth and in doing so, expanded our perception of the world around us. Until we determine what the value of a Nigerian life is worth, we may keep disrespecting the sanctity of life.

An insightful, poignant post by George Onmonya Daniel [Culled from his Facebook Page].

It is not in our culture to carry placards when our people are killed, is it?

Some people are talking about people in France carrying placards with ‪#‎IamBaga‬ over the people massacred by Boko Haram in the town of Baga recently. Report said over two thousand were killed. Another is saying it is about one hundred and fifty. When last did we carry placards to demonstrate over the massacre of our people?

When Boko Haram are throwing bombs here and there and slaughtering people in their fairytale quest to establish an Islamic State that is from the imagination of a derange man called Imam Shekau, Nigerians would rather carry placards over Israeli vs Palestinian wars.

The killing of the children of Palestine touch them more than their own. In fact they see Israeli vs Palestinian politics as more important than Nigerian politics and the lives of Palestinians more precious than that of their own people. 

Annoyed by the way we forget our own very easily, Oby Ezekwensili cried out ‪#‎BringBackOurGirls‬. She took it up and rallied people around. She screamed and screamed.

A lot of people accused her of playing politics and even insulted her but she kept screaming. Before long the whole world was gripped by #BringBackOurGirls frenzy. It brought Malala here. CNN, AlJazeera, BBC, CCTV and all the media in the world took up the story. Leaders, superstars, athletes and presidents showed solidarity.

If we want people to talk about Baga as they are talking about Charlie Hebdo, it must start from us. The truth is that we don’t care about us. The only reason we are comparing Charlie Hebdo with Baga is politics of 2015.

Worse than Baga had happened and we never cared, don’t care and are not interested. France is different from Nigeria. When one Oyibo man dies, it is headline news. When thousands are killed in Nigeria, the headline news is APC office bombed or PDP buses burnt. Let’s stop the crocodile tears over Baga. We don’t care.

-George Onmonya Daniel

#13. The Night the Soldiers Came.

“The world is waking up to Boko Haram. More than 200 schoolgirls kidnapped from their classes last month remain missing. A car bomb in Abuja on 1 May killed at least 19 people. I live in fear of Boko Haram. The group’s insurgency began in Nigeria in 2009.” ~Kyari Mohammed, Teacher, Yola, Adamawa State, North East Nigeria (Culled from Guardian Africa, the guardian.com, 05/02/14)

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