Cockcrow At Dawn By Silas O Abayomi

Cockcrow at Dawn:

When
cockcrow at
dawn,
community rise
from a long sleep;
mother begins
daily chores,
father prepares
for day’s activity,
children get
ready for school.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
guest prepares
to leave host
for home;
night suitor
leaves for
home.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
debtor
remembers
promise to
his creditor,
who waits
at city gate
to collect
payment.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
soldiers await
commander’s call
for the battle.

When
cockcrow at
dawn,
prisoner begins
another day of
servitude,
another day of
pain and anguish;
countdown to
execution or
release.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
city center
becomes
agog;
landowner
demands toll
from workers;
life begins as
usual,
runs its cycle,
things happen,
either known or
unknown.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
opportunity and
challenge open
doors;
success and
failure appear.

When
cockcrow
at dawn,
birth is
proclaimed,
death is
announced.

Adieu Mad Max (Maxwell Nashion)

Maxwell Nashion, a.k.a Mad Max had graced this blog for a while.. He was my cousin, a funny man and a prolific journalist, working with Fombina Radio in Yola,Adamawa State, Nigeria.

His sense of Humour was second to none. He always had the penchant to make you laugh and the predilection to smile even in the face of adversity.

On Wednesday the 15th day of January, unknown men broke into his home, kidnapped him and he was later found by some farmers in a bush,tied and beaten to a pulp. Max was barely conscious by the time he was taken to the hospital. He died minutes later.

Max had brought sunshine into our lives and smiles to our faces. We mourn him and pray that the perpetrators of this heinous and dastardly act must be fished out and be dastardly act must be fished out and be brought to justice. The long arm of the law must find them and be dealt with accordinglybrought to justice. The LNG arm of the law must find them and be dealt with accordingly.

Goodbye dear Max. We lived you but God loves you best.

A Poem By Roxie Seller

“Once Majnu crossed
the path of a praying
man in the desert
wilderness, forsaking
his thoughts for the
blessed Laila.
After his prayer, the
man calls out to
Majnu questioning
his uprooted manners.
How dare he cross
in front of a praying
devotee? Majnu
remains calm. He
takes no offence.
He replies,
‘How is it that in all
your faith and prayers
to God you still were
able to notice me
crossing your path,
yet in all my faith and
thoughts of Laila,
I did not even see
that you were praying
right there.’

Without love,
All worship is a burden,
All dancing is a chore,
All music is mere noise.
All the rain of heaven
may fall into the sea,
but without love, not
one drop could become
a pearl! ”

~ Rumi