In the brewery of brutality they were crushed and killed. By custodians of criminality innocent bloods were spilled.
Silenced by trigger happy cops, yet their peace is loud and clear. It roars and rages from rooftops to fight police fierceness and fear.
In the sanctuary of our streets a million-candle sparkles. Timeless tales told with tweets as every timeline twinkles.
Every candle screams in silence “justice must prevail”. Politicians can’t preen in pretence while heroes travail.
The end of bad governance is here, It’s happening right now. The end of police brutality is here, It’s happening right now!
#EndSARS protests in Nigeria took a different and emotional twist today, Friday October 16, as protesters all across the nation and in Diaspora holds a candle night in remembrance of all victims of Extra-judiciary killings and police brutality.
Recall that the protest started as a critical response to incessant police brutality and extrajudicial killings by the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS) unit of the Nigerian Police Force which was disbanded by the Inspector-general of police, Mohammed Adamu who later, announced the establishment of Special Weapons and Tactics Team (SWAT) to replace SARS.
Feminist Coalition, a group of young Nigerian feminists formed in July 2020 with a mission to champion equality for women in Nigerian society has been at the forefront of the protests, mobilizing resources, raising awareness, coordination protests and so on.
The names of some of the victims published by Feminist coalition
My heart has been broken, burnt and buried a couple of times. How I still get to love again is a miracle. If you have never been heartbroken, don’t read any further. Okay, that was a joke. Read a little more till you stop seeing yourself in this mirror. (Laughs)
It is believed that prevention is better than cure, but I think that knowing how to prevent unnecessary pains is priceless and pure. When undue pain is not permitted, unwanted regret is not remitted.
I have been in quite a few rash and reckless relationships and have come to realise that there is nothing more depressing than a sinking and stinking relationSHIP. It makes people drown even before their ‘ship’ starts drowning. You know those ‘rosy relationships’ with bitter waters flowing behind the scene.
Folks who are in bitter relationships may not necessarily be frowning but are drowning within. The late music icon, Fela Anikulapo Kuti called it ‘suffering and smiling’.
So, let’s get this straight, everyone will at one point or the other make wrong choices not because they are not wise enough but because they need to learn to value the right choices. Challenges make champions, for those who choose to give change a chance.
One thing that makes it possible to get out of toxic relationships faster is forgiveness, I’m not talking about forgiving the other person, but forgiving yourself.
Forgive yourself first, internal freedom fuels external freedom. It becomes easy to forge ahead when you learn to forgive yourself and stop struggling to forgive the offender or abuser. Stop trying to forget the past and start building a brighter future. Pick up the messy pieces and build a masterpiece. Even God created a bright and beautiful earth out of an empty and worthless earth.
You are not too battered and shattered to be rearranged and repackaged. Your pain is a puzzle that only love can fix – self-love. Forgiving yourself frees you from the hold of your past and gives you access into a deeper dimension of affection. And when you are free from internal bondage, it becomes easy to break free from external bondage.
Tell yourself sorry…
I’m sorry, to say the least, I’m sorry for the last. I’m sorry for forlorn feasts, I’m sorry for the fast.
I’m sorry for weak heartbeats, I’m sorry for the blast. I’m sorry for my faulty feats, I’m sorry for the past.
I’m sorry for dull film and frame, I’m sorry for dead desire. I’m sorry for my flagrant flame, I’m sorry about the fire.
I’m sorry for shadow and shame I’m sorry for the mire. I’m sorry for every blame game, I’m sorry for my quagmire.
It seems every girl has a sour story to tell, some are yet to heal from the fire and fury of rape. Their scars are scary though unseen, their injuries get fuelled by injustice and stigmatization. Is there a sanctuary for assaulted souls?
When I was eight years old, my oldest brother sexually assaulted me for two years. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t do anything to stop it because it was all I knew. One day before my mom left, I asked her not to go because I didn’t want to be alone with him in the house. She asked why and I finally told her. His defense was that it wasn’t just one-sided, but I didn’t know what else to do but let him do it. Things got awkward after that, but now he doesn’t even speak with us, has a wife and kid and is just fine, I suppose… (Story of an eighteen years old lady, culled from http://www.takebackthenight.org)
Rape is a forbidden fruit that has many seeds, and one of them is ignorance. A man who knows better will do better. So let me remind all men why rape is not just a grievous sin but an act of ingratitude to women.
There are some things a boy needs to learn before he becomes a man so that he won’t become a mindless and mannerless man. Also, there are some things a man needs to learn so that he won’t act a wild man. Justice begins within. I really don’t like protests, so I am not going to wait for people to start protesting for justice again, let me speak to the soul of our men, may be I can prevent anotherr protest. Shall I?
A lady is cruising around the corner, but you spotted a net to score a goal, forgetting that she’s a sister with a soul. She’s not a prey, God is her sole owner.
A woman’s womb is man’s first fortress She bleeds and grieves to bestow life. Yet you wrecked her haven with strife O rapist, you merit to drown in distress!
A real man cultivates a budding flower, He sees every woman as God’s package. His rod is not a weapon of wreckage… Only madmen violates a divine tower.
You put the blame on her skimpy skirt, But her body is none of your business. Look and leave, your royal badness, Who rapes you for an unbuttoned shirt?
Every woman is a mobile miracle, She is a gallery of undeniable attraction. Even if some blatantly brew distraction, Must you dive into the river of ridicule?
Don’t trick or taunt her to feed your ego. Without consent, sex is a poor pleasure, and it bestows misery beyond measure. Tame your tool, be your own superhero.