THE EXODUS

The exodus

it was a cold December night, dry harmattan breeze swept the farm clean, dry feather floated weightless in the air, Farmer John's poultry farm was bubbling and banging "the feathers" a 4 Chicken band comprising of Harry's whole family entertained the farm singing "cock-a-doodle-doo" heads were nodding, feathers dancing both in tone with the music and the harmattan breeze, flora flaunted her tail feathers swinging it in Bella's face, flora was an expectant her, she is of the royal blood, she's was expecting 14 eggs, probably in an hour's time. Flora is the new farm's Diva, there were countless cock fights over her earlier during mating season. Bella was jealous, that was her last year, now she's getting old, this season she had only 4 eggs. Jack and jill displayed new stunts, flying high and landing on their back. At the end of the music performances king Charles II took the stage, clothed in coloured majesty, Charles was of the royal blood, a cockerel, his shiny feather reflected the yellow bulb in the farm, his thick red crown stood firm, the whole farm marveled in awe of his majesty,

King Charles II the farm's new farm head, son of the Late King Arthur he swung the red feather and all the fowl breed and species coloured and uncoloured gathered to the farm hall as he delivers his speech, he speaks of a new code of conduct in which he spoke about: respect for life and "fowlality" respect for unhatched eggs, respect for little chickens, freedom of speech as he was about to pass the new law he was fearlessly interrupted by jack and Jill the two foolish sons of chuck who nodded in complete agreement to the last rule(FREEDOM OF SPEECH!) jack and Jill had been drunk way before noon as they said "look outside, what's that, that must be the scared tree which our great mighty ancestor lived, Farmer John just kept it now" as the whole assembly of chickens ran outside chuckling and murmuring in amazement it was beautiful, they all stared motionlessly at the 6 feet tall tree with glowing lights, bright fruits and tingling bells ringing in tone with the breeze. As they all watched the mighty strange tree Fred the oldest cock in the farm broke the scared silence in a loud croaking cry "run for your lives this your doom" as commotion set in he air wings flapped, sharp claws scratched the floor coloured feathers decorated the air like butterflies every fowl flew for its dear life, Fred was Late king Arther's elder brother he has survived three generations, though he's totally wrecked, going crazy and senile the was still respected by the chicken community. Fred orders everybody to fly down the secret underground basement as he announces, do you know why John has been feeding us generously lately? the whole community replied in unison: NO! "it's Christmas again!" as the whole chicken community cries out "oh my God"..."it can't be"..."we 're gonna die"..."oh come to our aid oh mighty Great ancient chicken" Fred raises the white feather and silence swept the hall clean, Fred calls up the king and says "Right now we all are over fed and FAT! we cannot lose young precious lives no more to this annual massacre we are going to organize a Midnight EXODUS" the whole assembly rumbled in wild animalistic jubilee, Fred swung the white feather as the rumbled stopped little tweet, Rosy's newest chick raised her little wings and asks in a chirping, tiny voice saying "what is Christmas?" Fred smiled as he scratched his crown he then replied "oh tweety, that's a difficult one, but I'll make it as simple as possible, CHRISTMAS IS A TIME OF THE YEAR WHEN HUMANS CELEBRATE THE BIRTH OF THEIR MESSIAH-Jesus!, when he came down in human form to save them...but you see that's the 1900 definition, right now, Christmas has little or NOTHING to do with Jesus, Right now: CHRISTMAS IS A TIME TO FIGHT, STEAL, KILL, SPEND MONEY RECKLESSLY, GET DRUNK, PARTY HARD!, SHARE GIFTS, SHARE STDs, and oh i think i'm forgetting something KILL CHICKENS!!! " as he laughed deeply and the whole assembly clapped and laughed at the joke, he swung the white feather and says in a serious "that was no joke" as the whole chicken community cried in fear, tweety's little heart pounded loud, cold fever gripped her as she buried herself under her mother's bossom. Flora in fear and anxiety shot out hot eggs immediately.

king Charles took the stage as advices everybody prepare for the exodus, saying "we must save our lives and our further generation, tomorrow night we shall depart" The whole chicken community echoed AMEN! as they all flew back to their various nests shivering in fear, the night was colder than ever, thick fog descended over the farm. The night was as quite as a graveyard. King Charles and the Red head cocks clothed in black feather stayed up in the inner chamber drawing maps and planing the Exodus, some other black cocks from Africa kept watch and guarded the farm.

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It was 24th December, the red morning sun was sneaking its red head out, old Freddie who didn't sleep all night spotted the sun and jumped up crowing loud in alarm, all the chickens awoke with other cocks crowing in agreement then lastly king Charles gave the final crow! and the whole farm silenced in obedience, as he delegates work for the exodus, saying mother hens and little chicks will leave first guarded by the black cocks, the youths then lastly the old chickens, unhatched eggs will be buried safe under hays, no hen is allowed fly leaving her chick behind any hen who does that will be banished, all cocks are advised to sharpen their beaks and claws and be on the alert,tonight after night food we escape, everybody be on your best behaviour and eat light.

at exactly 8.00 farmer John with a bucket of poultry meal whistling and walking into the farm, he was surprised the farm was quite,the whole chicken community were lying in their nest, he fear a disease maybe a flu has plagued the farm, he dropped their feed in their plates as they all picked their feed gently, Christmas songs and Christmas bells filled the air banging from farmer John's bedroom, the blinking neon lights flashed into the farm, the smell of spices suffocated the air, old cock Freddie was scared he shivered uncontrollably, Farmer John noticed him as he went into the house to get the flu vaccination, the black cocks led the way and mother hens followed, they matched noiselessly like ghosts, little chicks followed their mother, all trying as much as possible not to chirp, the match was as organized as King Charles had plan, but there was a problem jack and Jill has refused to join the exodus, accusing King Charles and Freddie of being stupid, the whole community begged them but they refused King Charles ordered everybody to move and leave them behind

Farmer John returned to meet an empty farm, jack and Jill crept out smiling he angrily grabbed them both as he tied them rushed into the kitchen as he calls his sons they all rushed out with a huge nets the cocks flew fast, they were fat and over weight, Farmer John had been overfeeding them for Christmas sales, he was burning in rage as he dropped jack and Jill Farmer John's wife sharpened the knife, jack and Jill perceived a familiar smell, they spotted their mother's head on the kitchen dustbin with dried tears on her eyes, Farmer John's wife opened the refrigeration as she reached for the juice, Jack and Jill spotted the beheaded and defeathered body of their mother as they cried loud for help, Freddie heard their cry, he was compassionate as he orders the "troop" to match on, he ran back unfortunately for him he was caught by the farmer and his kids he angrily ran him over, he crowed loud as the rest of the chicken community CROSSED THE ROAD over to the other side.

Farmer John and his sons drove back home extremely angry and furious, ready to vent out all their angry and frustration on jack and Jill who were the "scape chickens".

my mid teen crisis

my Mid teen crisis.

My name is Joanna, but they call me Joe. I am suffering from mid-teen crisis-this is a phase of utmost confusion and severe anxiety. I just turned sixteen last week and since then my life has not been the same. I am a pretty, dark skinned girl; I am tall, at least for my age, that, is 5 ft 5 inches. I love baggy T-shirts; baggy jeans sagged a bit below my butt crack. I don’t make up, I don’t do earrings. I love my hair blown out and unretouched, it brings out the tiger in me.
I am a member of an all guys clique, or should I say, a fraternity. We call ourselves ‘the Tigers’. The school authority is against our activities but the school sport coordinator’s got our back, full time. I am in a boarding school- John Kings Secondary School. My biggest wish has been that I lose my two growing lumps(breasts as they are popularly called) and grow an extra appendage between my legs. I am a member of the school basket ball team, last interschool competition, I won the school’s favourite basketballer of the year, dad was very proud but mom wasn’t, she wants me to drop sports and enter the home management club, the thought is terrifying and I really cannot stand that club, it’s just filled with a bunch of nasty, spoilt, disgusting, drama queens, that spend on their time on fights and gossips over boys, backstreet boys and nail polish. I hate nail polishes and I think make- up should be illegal; it is high class deceit and lies.
Every morning when I wake up I see the school’s most beautiful and finest in their truest, crudest and natural forms. They are ugly, very ugly with nasty drool marks running down their mouths and phlegm dripping off their noses.
To me, girls are stupid; they are naturally dramatic, selfish, malicious, self centered and free born snitches. They pretend a lot. My worst part of everyday is bedtime, I just feel like killing myself each night at the dormitory seeing everybody naked and half dressed with big and little lumps intimidating themselves.
I hangout every evening with my fellaz over at the basketball court, we play cards, gamble and practice basket ball. I love the way guyz live. They are family, to them, the word brotherhood is much more intimate than the dictionary defines it, sisterhood is a joke, I call it spinsterhood (the life of a woman alone), and motherhood is ‘murder-hood’.
Guys are free, open, accommodating and honest to the core. They are brotherly, sharing and loving. Guys share everything ranging from personal toothbrushes down to boxers, briefs and under wears. That’s the good life not the hypocritic life of cats and cat fights. Mike said they share a bed space five to one over at the male dormitory. That is not possible over here.
Last two weeks was my birthday, my one and only birthday wish was for God to make me a guy. I wish so hard to be a guy that I stand to pee and imagine it’s flowing forward and not downward. On my birthday, Mike got me a pres\nt and that’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten since I was born, it was a t-shirt and on it was written “girls are not to be trusted...trust just God and dogs…God is man’s closest friend and dog is man’s best friend…trust just dogs don’t trust girls ”
Right now I don’t know what is happening to me, my mid teen crisis has intensified, I am becoming like them, I think I’m beginning to like Mike and I hate the feeling. I no longer feel like a ‘brother’ around him, I don’t want to feel shy around him, I just want to play with him like before with no pup petering strings attached. These days before practice I brush my hair well and always get tempted to make up. My basket ball shorts are always neat and well ironed these days. Whenever I’m with him, breathing is hard, thinking is even harder, I either get dumb or I talk too much and talk rubbish. Mike said I’ve been acting strange lately and he likes ‘the strange me’. He himself has also been acting strange; we both have been coming early for practice, maybe a little too early.
During practice he keeps trying to grab my lumps, I try to act like I don’t understand, but I know we both know this is beyond basket ball. I feel like girls now, I now know the complete lyrics of Britney spears’ ‘just a girl’. I am at a cross road now, I’m torn between the life of prince charming and that of Cinderella. Yesterday, I watched the tigers disintegrate and break up over an empty fight and it was all because me, it was unbelievable, guys fight!? Mike was crying like a girl and it was all because of me, me! I felt nothing but just pity, and I realized today that I’M JUST A GIRL AND NOTHING CAN CHANGE IT, I talked to Fifi about my feelings and she said it’s called love, please somebody, tell me, could this be love or something more?

My Wedding

My wedding

I am angry, constantly bitter; I’ve not always been like this, but right now I have grown to become an angry, sad, old lady. My chest constantly burns deeply; I just enrolled for an anger management Class at the psychiatric hospital with Dr Jones. Last week i smashed my television into pieces the week before it was my laptop, it was then i knew i had a problem. I am 31 years old. My name is Lisa Okoh a.k.a. ‘Mona Lisa’ if you listen to 98.2 FreaQ FM you will definitely know this name. The very soft, sensational, happy voice that anchors the show ‘woman to woman’ every Wednesday on FreaQ FM. (Happy indeed) all those are just but make believes, that’s what I’m paid to do
2006 was my favourite year it was my big break i graduated from school, got a job at the Nigerian press community and also got a contract with FreaQ FM, I was young, (i still am) radical, and exuberant. I was always ready to experiment. I was a born extrovert; according to mother my first word was the word as a baby was ‘Afghanistan!’ (To me, that’s really a BIG word for a kid). My job was fun and exciting, (oh! it used to be), i used to work overtime always i just didn’t used to want leave the studio. I won an award in 2007 as the best for the best radio personnel, i also won plenty other youth awards. My name was sung up the hill and down the valley. The biggest thing that happened to me in 2007, bigger than all the awards to me was Jacob to coming into my life. Jacob was a second year student of mass communication- photography major. I still remember that day; it was a cold, rainy July night. During the After party of Sola’s album launch, a young, cute well built young man stepped up to me and told me to autograph his boxers, I was shocked as I watched him, loosen his belt and unzip his trouser, my heart was beating fast, i felt embarrassed but i wanted to be undefeated so i stood tall and bold, I can still remember, it was a tight, red Hugo boss briefs. He gave me a pen as he smiled mischievously as I signed my hands pressed against his thick Thighs and I shivered it’s been a while i felt that way. I’ve been sexually inactive for years now; it’s been work, work and work. Men were the least thing on my mind, i have many suitors but i don’t have their time. After i signed he gripped my hand tightly and said ‘hope you wouldn’t mind i tattoo you too’ as he chucked, his voice was husky i had taken a little too much wine, so my judgements were not accurate he dragged me to the dark corner, I followed him happily as a sheep to the slaughter i liked the feeling. It was a cold night and the night was perfect, the DJ then started playing my favourite song ‘immortality- Celine Dion’ my head was on fire, filled with crazy sparks. It was then we both agreed it was going to be just a one night stand, after which we won’t contact each other again. After the wonderful night i woke up early, stole Jacob’s complimentary card. Unknowing to me he took my driver’s licence so too I’ll contact him. Long story short we kept in touch Jacob was 20. I bought him a car, we were crazily and blindly in love (or should i say stupidly delusional). I knew we had no future but i just didn’t want to let go, Jacob was young, maybe too young for me. I was 27 then. I loved the feeling of being young again, i felt like a secondary school girl again. I used to play childishly with Jacob, under the rain, in shops, in church everywhere. We had our trademark handshake.
Everybody told me i was being stupid, my colleagues at work, my younger sister Rosa, everyone but i just didn’t listen. I liked the temporal ‘high’ it was like euphoria.


It is 2010 now. Years has passed, Jacob broke up with me last year’s Christmas ( like I knew it wouldn’t happen) he is currently in the UK with his white wife, and their new born son -Sean which was the name I was reserving for my first son, that bloody fool! Bloody Thief!

Last week i lost my job because I slapped my boss recklessly, he said I was slacking in my duties i had become lazy and i come to work late. Do I need to tell now that work has become a big nightmare. I hate filling the attendance column with the section-martial status. I am tired of putting down single on the dotted line. Like my mother would say ‘girls are like flowers they blossom and they fade away’ i have blossomed and i am fading or should i say faded away. I can’t take jokes about husbands no more; strangers address me as Mrs Lisa before i correct them that it is still ‘Miss’, as they apologize in disappointment. I am beautiful, used to be much more beautiful. I threw away my opportunities over nothing. Jacob still E-mails me and ends all his E-mails with ‘I love you deeply’ is he crazy? Is he kidding me? Mscheww what does he know about love other than good bed time?


Next weekend is my kid sister’s wedding and I’m not going, I’ll be at the spa chilling. I cannot stand seeing people pity me like they always do, all my friends and foes are getting married, I feel completely left out, most of their conversation are dominated with wedding planner, Ante- natal, child christening, family planning, HUSBAND,! HUSBAND! And more HUSBAND! I feel like a student who has not been attending maths class and is in the middle of a quiz, they make marriage look so sweet, my best friend Ada is travelling to Dubai for summer holidays with her husband and family, did I tell you about my kid sister’s best friend- Brandy who had their honeymoon in the Bahamas, the photos are all over Facebook. Everybody’s relationship status has upgraded to MARRIED! My parents claim to be fine with me staying back with them at home; I still retain my old room painted pink just as it has always been. Every time when my mother speaks to me I hear pity in her voice, it frustrates me and makes me cry every night. I am desperate, very; very desperate I’ll do anything just to have the title ‘Mrs’ in front of my name, have my own family and be seen on Facebook with an album labelled ‘MY WEDDING’. This is not an advert; it is more than just an advert. Help me please i desperately need a man, help! I am for sale buy me. This is my story.

Age: 31
Lisa Okoh
Aka ‘Mona Lisa’
For the Lighthouse newspaper
WOMAN TO WOMAN

buy me a rose

Buy me a rose

Buy me a rose, now
No! maybe tulips
Tell me you love me now
Yes, say it from your true lips


Cry me a river, now
No! Maybe an ocean
Hold me now
Yes, right now

Hold me tight
Yes, a little more tight
Write me letters
Sweet, sweet letters

Praise me now
A little more now
Appreciate me more
Yes a little much more


Please don’t wait
Please don’t linger
Yes wait not
Don’t let it linger


Know me now
Don’t wait till I’m gone
Hug me goodbye
Cause soon I will be gone

Gone deep down
Down with the ashes
And it will all gone

Please don’t come to my gravestone
Now, not ever
Please don’t cry for on my gravestone
Not now, not ever
Love me now, now or never.

cupid's got a GUN!

Cupid’s got a gun

Sniff sniff...
What’s that smell?
What is going on?
What is wrong with everybody?
Why is here so desolate?
Why I’m I alone?

I hear there’s a party
And everybody is going
It’s Over at the love garden and
Love is in the air
I hear it’s infectious


Hey little cupid
Don’t be stupid
Where is your halo?
And your tiny arrow?

What is that in your right hand?
Is that a pistol!?
Aren’t you too young
to handle a gun?


Oh! No! Don’t aim at me, stupid
Are you crazy?
Everybody get down!
He’s gone crazy

Cupid’s got a gun on the play ground
And I’ve got a breastplate
Though he shoots
I will not fall

No I will not surrender
I will stand tall
Here I am, shoot it’s your call
Give me your best shot
Here’s my heart


Give a straight shot
X marks the spot
Be quick, shoot
No more hide and seek, shoot


Cupid’s got a gun
And I will not run
Cupid’s got a gun
And I’ve got two
So let’s have fun

beautiful feet

Beautiful feet

By

Makuochi Okafor


Ever been to Lagos, Nigeria? What was the first thing you noticed? Did you notice how fast everything moves, on four wheels, on four legs and most interestingly on two legs? Everybody walking fast with heads high, shoulders tall and neck straight, stepping in this strong aura of confidence, elegance and grace. On my first visit to Lagos I wondered what the secret was, how everybody moved so fast and yet still looked unstressed and happy as I noticed one thing most of these people had In common, they had beautiful feet.


Lagos is Nigeria’s biggest city, Nigerians were once said to be the happiest people on earth. Walk the street of Lagos and you won’t doubt that. Lagos displays boldly the rich cultural wealth of Nigeria, with over 225 Ethnic groups uniting in a colourful harmony. Nigerians has developed this identity as they proudly refer to the country as NAIJA, Everybody walking and talking ‘Naija’, smiling generously even under the worst situations.

Many people believe that your outward look has a lot to say about your inside, I also believe that too. At the mere look of these people’s feet you will smile at the beauty. Every foot telling its own unique story . Stories of where they are, where they‘ve been and where they are going to. The loudest footwear trend I noticed on most Nigerians feet (Guys & Ladies alike) were that of the palms. This stylish informal sandal-like footwear comes in different shapes, colours and sizes. Palms are simple, comfortable and most of the times flat. Mostly handmade and crafted at the local market by shoe makers using leather, can also be made with suede, might be decorated with beads, wood, cowries, feather, fur, fabric, twine, thatch Etc. or any other creative material of the creator’s choice. It can be in form of flip-flops but rarely as clogs.

This informal wear gives you the freedom to show off your toes (especially if you just did your nails), look simple and still look elegant.

Palms go with almost everything. Can go beautifully with a pair of jeans and a T- shirt/shirt .

Can also perfectly fit khaki shorts for an evening walk, highlighting your feet and your legs too. Palms are also worn with most traditional Nigerian wears. Palms originally were just men’s affair but now the trend knows no gender boundaries no more. Some are crafted with this delicate, girly, feminine touch. Well curved and shaped, decorated with flowers, beads etc.


Other stories apart from those of the palms are told too on the streets of Lagos, stories of the young, happy and sporty Nigerian youth on colourful snickers, canvas, converses and high tops shoes, and ladies stepping confidently on the soles of their gladiator sandals ( a sandal with ankle length or a-bit –above-the-ankle straps) stories of working class guys on the beautiful old classic leather formal shoes shining black, walking behind them are their working class lady friends with 6 inches high heel shoes, pip toes, wedges and block face shoes each reflecting the possessor feelings. The streets of Lagos, Nigeria has more than enough stories to tell of different days and occasions, of weddings, Sunday church services, parties and evening walks. Stories of elegant shoes, sandals, palms, bare feet and more. But the most interesting story is that every foot in Nigeria is beautiful. Every foot in Nigeria speaks and smiles just like its possessors.



(c)2010











my unread auto biography

Life begets life

Living begets living....



My life started 4 months ago in this room, it was like magic, more like fireworks, half of me and another half collided, it was sudden, so sudden after the collision i rested and covered myself with many blankets.

5.45am i woke up and it was two weeks past! mom had been up since 4.00 she was listening to her favorite song 'holy holy' by Cece Winas.

My mother is a third year pharmacy stundent of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. She's 20 years old and she's very beautiful and confident she doesn't care about what you have to say and thats why she proudly carries me everywhere she goes.


Every tuesday we go for choir practice in the church, my mom loves church, i think a little too much. In the choir she sings soprano where she sits in front and make eye contact with franklin the pianoist he plays very well. Everyday after choir practice franklin walks us to our room-225 Eyo-ita hostel.


I like him he takes mom and i to our favourite restraunt in school-'coke villa' where we eat rice,fish and salad and talk about music,school, fashion and church gossip, franklin said that last week he saw the choir mistress-Ada and smith kissing under the big tree in front of new arts theatre by 10.35pm.


Mom likes franklin a little too much, when ever he's around her heart beat fast and loud almost deafening my fragile eyes, they 'sms' each other daily,

I love my mother dearly and she loves me too.we are closely connected our connection feels closer than what mom and Franklin did last three months in his BQ(boy's quater as it is called)mom thinks about it always even in the church


I remember the first day she put sugar in my blood it was so sweet! I leaped for joy, she cleaned up my room last week. I am changing real fast my whole organs are now functioning well i think it's pastor Chike's prayers. I am so grateful to God. My heart beats well, i think it's a miracle





Last week monday mom woke up and she was feeling sick, she threw up twice that morning, the next day she also woke up early, rushed straight to the bathroom and threw up endlessly. I don't what is wrong with her and she doesn't to tell me, two days later i woke up and found her crying with sister Emem comforting her, both whispering and i could hear was pregnancy pregnany!. I wonder what that is.




Later that day mom took me to kendra's room.As we knocked i saw mom wiping her eyes fast, kendra opened the door and screamed out LA BABY LA HOT!, you look fat and beautiful.she loves saying LA BABY LA HOT more than she likes 'okpa' she welcomed us and gave us a seat she is a final year student of the music Department, i want to be a musician when i grow up, in her room every sort of gossip takes place from Fine boys,Frat parties,to sex scandals, to class results even down to what the pastor ate this morning, she loves talking and screaming. I like her more than Emem, Emem only talks about God,bible and school. She has no life!


before kendra could start talking mom resumed crying again, i think it's franklin cause they no more 'sms' like they used to do before. I wonder what all these tears are about. They started whispering softly



Later that evening mom called franklin over i was so happy it's been a while since i saw him, when he came mom took us to 'meshiy' joint where she bought bread and fried egg as we strolled down to our usual spot- the metal beach in front of Bello hostel it's serene, dark and always cool there.As we all sat down mom said 'frank, do you love me?', and he replied 'of course i do', she then said 'what will say if i tell I AM 3 MONTHS PREGNANT' and he froze immeditely and said 'NO, it's a lie, please tell me you are joking' mom was furious immediately as she said 'shut up, i told you let's not do it again but you refused now she what you've done' as she cried, sobbing bitterly frank was speechless he stood up with two hand on his head and walked towards home without turning back.

Mom didn't sleep that night she was awake, worried about grandpa-her dad, the church, her school and everybody.

I was crying too in this room i pitied her



mom woke up late and on her phone was an sms from frank reading 'get rid of that THING,GO FLUSH IT OUT i will foot the bills' mom was so shocked and amazed,she could not speak.

we dressed up,ate 'okpa' and 'garri' as usual and went over to kendra's.

She supported frank,she adviced mom to get rid of 'that thing' point to my head! As mom shook her head in disagreement


After the long talk they both agreed to get rid of me. I am a 4 months old nameless girl, this is my unread autobiography



on the 17th of january 2010 my mother murdered me, i will never forgive her and her friends,

that morning we woke up early,got a cab the hospital, kendra was with us, oh! I thought she was good, she was the master mind behind my murder.


The doctor smiled and laid mom and i on a soft bed, i watched it all happen, i was so scared i heard mom say loud to herself, forcing herself to believe that i was 'a thing' and that i was not living.

If i was really just 'a thing' mom would have left me to stay till nine months, she'll be surprised what i'll become




i believe pastor Chike,his philosophy is that everybody has a purpose and deserves life, i have a purpose, i have a dream, i want to be a musician, i want to be rich and famous, i want to have a family like everybody, i want to feel love, real love, too bad it's all over,all my dreams,all over



The doctor injected mom with a 'sleeping drug', he said my room is called a womb. And that all my organs are working perfectly. I am healthy



I cried as i saw them bring in all the 'war tools', the sharp blades and weapons ,and i wondered all this for me? A harmless,innocent, little child?


I wondered what i had done to deserve this painful death, it was brutal.


I was wide awake, i saw the doctor cut my forming hand, i cried as my tender eyes bleed. Blood gushed as i died. On the 17th of jaunary my mother killed me,she planned my death with franklin,my Dad. Nobody knew my name nor my story.


Life begets life

living begets living


i lived, i was begotton of the living.

I am not 'a thing'

i am girl

here is my last word before i die


Everybody has the right to life, even the unborn.


GOODBYE!