Nasa

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Shackles on our feet, cuffs
on our wrists. Paraded as thieves
our crime: success, good gadget
mostly our fashion sense.

Ignorance of our rights isn't our plight
but guns pointed to our heads, we heard
Chika was shot dead yesterday
so we plead for mercy: Sir, please!

"Oga no vex, na 150k be all the money
I get." Don’t be fooled! If he accepts
and we are released, we yell hallelujah
and rain curses with the same breath.
Why? We could be corpses.

You still wonder why we protest
and won’t be hushed?
For Tolu, Jimoh and Eze,
For me and other youths.
Give us justice; End Sars, now!

©2020 Nasa

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At times your body revolts
It goes all rogue on you
And threatens hailstorm,
fire and glaciers
It makes you wonder
If it forgets you are a team.

At times your brain goes mad!
It throws tantrums and halts!
I mean stop altogether and just
burrow into itself, adamantly!
It makes you cringe!
Just you don't actually get to.

Other times your mind is free
It doesn't play judge or referee
There is peace within you not
because war has been dispelled
The battleground is no longer you.

©2020 Nasa

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Nasa

Nasa

My heart spills words in her finery and my fingers move in tune to the song it makes, creating a picture for you to see and be whole. I am Nasa and I write