I am alive but I am dead right now.
AM I NEXT?
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AM I NEXT?
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#SARSMUSTEND #EndPoliceBrutality
“I won’t ever do that on my own. I have my kids too. I was only following orders. I swear on my life” he sobbed.
It is funny how grown men tend to cry when faced with a little torture. It is even more hilarious when it’s a police officer. I mean these guys are supposed to be trained
“why would you shoot the people protesting peacefully? Just why?” I asked.
“I saw you with my own eyes and you looked extremely happy to pull the trigger” I explained.
“Please… I am so sorry… I have kids at home… And a wife…. I wasn’t thinking…. _I swear ehn, na my boss order us_” he rambled on.
He had limited movements as his hands were tied behind his back. He was seated in a plastic chair, comfortably for a murderer if you ask me, and his legs were tied to the chair too. He was sporting several angry red tattoos on his body which was my doing.
I stepped back to admire my work, and I had to smile at the beauty of it all. The scrawlings. The designs. The messages.
#ENDSARS, #ENDSARSNOW, #EndPoliceBrutality, and #ENDSWATNOW were fighting for space on his body. Now that’s what I call a work of art.
“Please… Don’t kill me.. I’m in severe pains… I promise you that I will resign from the Nigerian Police Force… Please… Spare my life” he continued begging.
“save your strength Love,” I said in my perfect impersonation of John Constantine.
“I am going to gag you again now because it’s about to get messier” I started.
“I wouldn’t want my neighbours to hear your screams. Because those guys won’t be as forgiving as I am.” I explained.
I forced a dirty sock (must be the one I removed from his feet) in his mouth and sealed it tight with tape. With the precision of a surgeon, I proceeded to smear hot chilli on the marks I made on his body with a razor.
Oh, and I never felt so alive.
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The one called Power
I can give you the strength to oppress whoever you please and you’ll have no repercussions; I can make you feared by all; I can give you the keys to the greater beyond;
I can give you the control of the whole world; I can protect you from all your foes and make you untouchable; I can make you as ruthless as the Titans and stronger than Zeus himself;
You won’t have to pay the price; All you’ll have to do is, carry out my biddings, punish my servants either good or bad and oppress my followers;
Who am I?….I AM POWER
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Happy birthday Sumayah.
To a maiden of the ninth moon,
Classy, beautiful and petite
Cannabis ain’t got nothing on you
Intoxicating to the point of enlightenment
It’s your day, dear Sumayah.
Birthdays come once in a year
But you deserve attention all year long.
An epitome of class
And a striving Muslimah
A woman of many talents.
I wish you the very best;
In this world
And the next.
I pray that Allah bless you
And your family abundantly.
I’d throw you an apple
Like they do in ancient Greece.
But we’re Muslims,
So I’d rather go see your father.
Happy birthday S,
Long life and prosperity.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Happy birthday Lawal.
Good things happen to those who wait they say. You don’t have to wait to witness all the good things, the better things and the best things you deserve. And more.
Today’s your birthday brother, and I wish you the very best. I pray that Allah grant you all your heart desires and may Allah bless you and your family abundantly. I pray that Allah grant you beneficial knowledge and retentive memory. I pray that Allah Almighty protect you from harm at all times.
Happy birthday to you friend. Long life and prosperity in sound health and strong eeman. Ameen.
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This love.
Lonely times call for desperate measures
I looked beside me
And you were not there
I needed you
But I can’t find you here.
I lost faith in humanity before;
Turned my back on love
But depression strikes
And my heart, a wide chasm
Till you touched me
And revived me.
You have to be away,
So not stay too long, my Queen;
I will miss you from now till tomorrow.
And tomorrow would never end,
Till I see you again.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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Happy birthday, Maryam.
Happy birthday to you momma. Oh, and I love the piece you wrote for me.
To him
Tomori “TOMAMA” Maryam (2020)
Who is always fun to be with
Making you forget the sad times
Even when chatting,
You laugh out like you’re readings joke
It is him, Ridwan.
Giving bits of advice all the time
Trying his best to make things right
Assuring you Allah is in control
Telling you everything will be fine
It is him, Akinkunmi
Never a boring moment with him
Sharing his thought with you
Full of kindness and love
Loving you like no other does
It is the son of Ajagbe
And my prayer for him is:
Allah’s favour, rahmah and sekinah.
I hope you find that person soon
To love you and cherish you also.
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Motunrayo.
Goodness, gracious;
I tried so hard
But I can’t stop this feeling.
Gracious gazelle;
Your beauty stuns me
Each glimpse hits harder than a diamond.
My heart is shattered
But I’m willing to break it even more
All because of you.
Goodness, gracious;
I thought I buried this feeling
But your face, your voice, your name echoes in my skull.
Gracious gazelle;
You pierced my heart with the blade of love (unknowingly)
Now, I can’t stop bleeding for you.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
God is Great.
God is beautiful.
And all He created is perfect.
Except for few, that transcends perfection.
You and I are a part of the few.
“Hey God”
“here I come again to ask for your mercy”
“grant me succor and the perfect woman”
“I’ve seen and known many, but none like Maryam”
Summary of my prayers, day and night.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
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India 🇮🇳
When your time comes, the time to die, many theorize that your whole existence will flash through your mind. Your achievements. Your regrets. And that is the moment you reach enlightenment. The moment you finally know the meaning of life.
I am sorry to dash your hope, but that is not how it works at all. At least, not this curious case I am about to dive into. (take note of the verb “dive”).
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Although he had no way of confirming the accuracy, he was pushed off the military plane exactly thirty seconds ago. Hurtling down at a speed of 10m/s or close to that, he had been screaming for the entirety of his air time. Without a parachute or any other useful antigravity equipment. Death is only a matter of time.
“India,” he thought suddenly.
“I’m free falling to my death and the only thing I can think of is an Asian country” he muttered.
“This is the moment my life is supposed to flash before my eyes” he spoke to the wind. But he can’t get India out of his mind.
By a freak of an accident or what a simple-minded human would refer to as a miracle, a fishing boat was anchored directly underneath him as he fell. All he had to do was grab a part of the sail and he is safe. Death averted. Lord be praised.
“those motherfuckers will regret trying to kill me. I will kill every last one of them” John swore as he reached out to grab the sail of the boat. He miscalculated. He was close, but not close enough.
“India… Oh… It’s the Indian Ocean he was thinking about, not the country” he thought as the steel hull of the boat beckoned.
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“white men and their extreme sports” one of the fishermen muttered. He was unlucky to be given the duty of mopping and clearing the mass of scattered flesh, bone and blood.
Sophocles Writes 