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THE LIVING DEAD Today, 9th March, 2018. I visited the Federal Medical centre(FMC) at Abeokuta. Not for illness or ill health. Just to check on God's living creatures. Many defected and afflicted. I couldn't take time interviewing patients. The 24hrs serene played expressed words out of the dumbed patients already. Pitiably, I watched the living dead. I tell, I Behold many of them. Ambulances drove in and out. It was a medical centre of many quarters, wards and offices. The casualty department is such a horrible place to temporarily stay. Bloody and peace porn. Bones disjointed and toothless men. I cried their fate and agony they pass through. Solemnly I cried "God have mercy!" Do I call these misfortune or many suffer as a result of their misdeeds and naughtiness? I left for the physiotherapy department conceiving the fact that it would be less horrible. Hey! It wasn't. There the people I saw were mostly stroke, paralysis and accident victims. I was filled...

THE PRINCE OF PERSIA (By Abegunde Israel) Deaf to the gracious pleas, the whistled horn. He's got the mercy garment torn. Ravaging in the darkest Night, In the castle of no Light. He's one of them! He lives in a jungle of Vampires. Oh! Jingle jungle! He roams the jungle.  He is a dreadful lion, A dangerous Python. Here or there, a Chameleon. Renting the air, there are voices; The weeps and wails men. The templed tent is rent and cut in twain! Come! Oh come! Speaks the breathing voices; Pleading a Nazareth's Messiah. Who can his mother be? Of Virtue, Prime and Value? Who can his ancient be? This child of great massacre and Peace taboo; A blinded prince of doom. Here is a god we found! He tells of truth and blooded lines. His truths are weighed but not in pounds. That this Persian prince; A child spoilt at the string of his mother's apron. © 2018