SEASON I MACABRE FOR PEACE

Season One
Episode Title: The Taxi driver
Date: 8th-July-2011

Macabre for Peace

How things fall apart. How they change with time. How time flies. How colours are painted. How pain are stamped in the heart of the victims. Seeing the streets as empty as emptiness could be. How the echoes of the falling Neem tree leaves pounds. Market place is like, "who to sell and from who to buy". The cyclists are force to rethink on choice of occupation. "Board that cab or tread with thy own legs" -celebration of a taxi driver.

Aren't you tired of this unnecessary checks on every juncture. Raising your hands whenever there is a toy soldier on the main road or how you would be tortured for not speaking on what you don't know about. Just because you are a male juvenile.

People's mind are reacting with different kind of chemistry of fear. The phobia of the next violence ticks in every heart like a bad alarm-clock. You don't know when it will start ticking.

Tell them not to hibernate but rather shut down the digital University because I rather die another day.

Many a people fled, businesses folded up as if it were the best solution. Is it? This is not the best method for peace and conflict resolution. Though it is the safest way to reduce the rate of untold damages that maybe encountered. Those who aren't fit wouldn't survive; such is the fitness of the law of survival.

Wait a minute is that the sound of a 'blast? Of course yes. Now I hear the sounds of bullet. Here it is a tradition that every 'blast should be decored with bullet sounds.

Those who we hope owe duty of restoring peace and protecting lives are pleading for peace. No! No again they set properties ablaze and beat up anyone where there is a blast.

Look at the trail of a running soldier. Is he just a coward? Perhaps no, it's just that his opponent is a determined faceless ghost.

Yes killing is the best option. What happened to our laws? I saw two graves, that of the protector of lives and that of the one to be protected. But I failed to see the reason why they were there in their graves. What measure of satisfaction do you derive sending a fellow human to an early grave at the peril of victimizing every person.

You and I are bamboozled. Aren't we? With a reason to be afraid. But wait, we are getting accustom to these melodious sounds of blast that turn flesh apart. Yes we are. It's because such is the modern replacement for the morning cock crows.

Aren't rumors magical, about how they sound exaggerated than the way it ought to be. How magical they spread faster than shadows. They echo with madrigal of terror, horror and of sorrow. How strong they could be, that people tell our tales better than we could.

Solutions seem like fuel that keeps the flame of this macabre ever-blazing. Everyone is sincere, both the victims and the victimizers. In respect to the judgment and thinking of each one of them. We aren't completely hopeless. Since the fact we got a Creator who watches over, the choice is of you and I. Should we pray for peace that has gone prodigal?

Dedicated to all the people living in Home of Peace.

Season One
Episode title: The Devastators
Date: 15th-August-2011

Macabre for Peace II

Faceless and colourful devastators. Reckless and dreadful ambitions. Rainless and thirsty clouds. Yes it's because of the Red stamp of blood staining. Blood of civilians and of suspects. Bloody bodies stained in their own blood. Going home to their lord.-Celebration of the devastators of God's creativity.

My neighbour was a suspect and was shot dead. He was a suspect only because he says five daily prayers. Now tell me. Who should I fear most: the devastators of Government properties and personnel or the Government personnel that ravages private properties and civilians?

Aren't you angry that you pay for being checked on every juncture? Tortured for not raising your hands. Killed as a suspect. If the checks are necessary why do we still hear the sounds of bullets and blast? Why would you want to support that who sees you as a suspect, oppresses you and at any point ready to take your dear life?

People's minds are reverting with different kind of idea on how to survive. But why is death everywhere? Among those who fled. Met death on their way looking for where peace reigns. May their souls meet peace.

Tell them enough should be enough. I'm bored because the digital university is still shut down. I rather not lose another couple of months.

Those with the gift of the gab, avoid the issue of this macabre. Perhaps as a result of fear. Are we led by leaders, who are reeders? What future do we leave for our tomorrow leaders? I overheard two kids arguing. One said he has seen and played with his dad's toy gun. The other said, he has once shot the toy gun of his uncle, into the air. But they failed to mention how dangerous those toy guns could be.

Listen. There was a blast yesterday. Thank God. No one died. But I refuse to understand the reason why that guy in uniform sprayed bullets like grain seeds on open field. At the peril of killing innocent people. The celebrating taxi driver was shot dead only because he happens to be there at the time of the incident. When the blast, blasted.

You and I are traumatized. Aren't we? Yet we are not traumatropic. But wait. It's becoming a second nature to us. As we see blood everyday like our daily drinking water.

Opinions you see as rights are the fuel that keeps the flame of this macabre ever-blazing. Everyone got individual opinions but we only have equal right to live. Both the devastated and the devastators.

We aren't completely useless. Since the fact we know our right, what's ours and the reason why peace has gone prodigal.

Dedicated to the victims of Gwange, Maiduguri.

Season One
Episode title: The Commandos
Date: 18th-August-2011

Macabre for Peace III

Greed and Guilt grow up, in their minds. To how bad this could be. They become blind. Do they really care for what's in the wind? Aren't they afraid that they may see the opposite, to what they find? The more they stay the richer they become.-celebration of the commandos. Aren't you surprise? That the toy soldiers never want to leave. Even when their lives are at stake. They forge and evoke violence to prolong their stay. They stare at you with red ruby eyes as you pass. Seeing you as a suspect. Never for once jovial. Yet they collect money from you. As they check you.

People's minds are boiling with anger. Angry at the positioning and ill-activities of the toy soldiers. Yet they refuse to flee. They must survive. For such is the challenge abiding with the law of survival.

Tell them that tension and learning are never twain. Rebooting the digital university, wouldn't be ideal. While sound waves from bullets and blasts are still the physics practicals going on in the state.

People still fleeing. Business still folding up as if it's end of the world. How miserable could life be for some people. I saw two frustrated women. One crying bitterly. And the other yelling abuses on our Royal daddy. My goodness they were the wives of the celebrating taxi driver, that was killed. Killed as a suspect by the bullets of a toy soldier. The women were practically confused. Not knowing where to go as they move forth and back. With their kids around them like hens and their chicks.

The search for peace now drives away the family of the driver. Like the cyclist who is now at the opposite pole living peacefully. It wasn't his occupation they tried to change but his position. As they flushed him out-out of his own state. I shed difficult tears. As they finally moved towards the motor park. They too were flushed out-out of their own state.

Look at the trail to a new grave yard. Is it that the deceased wish to be buried separately? Perhaps no, it's just that there are many burials going on at the other grave yards.

You and I are perpetual suspects. Aren't we? Since the fact, we are still in the state. As we are made to go to bed in the evenings and wake in the afternoons. But wait. Is this the beauty of democracy? When our bodies are being oppressed and tortured and our rights and properties are toyed and destroyed. In your state-in our own state.

Aren't our systems, mystical? About how they use toy soldiers. Toy with our rights and of our lives. As they blench, drench and quench our peace.

The virus here is greed. Which is the fuel that keeps the flame of this macabre ever-blazing. Every each one of them is greedy. Both the commandos and the toy soldiers.

We aren't completely thoughtless. Since we know what to do best in this holy month. Peace is not far from us. It's prodigality is just destined.

Dedicated to the taxi-driver that was shot dead.

Season One
Episode title: Royal Daddy
Date: 25th-August-2011

Macabre for Peace IV

Tension in minds. After ten shots in the air by a toy soldier. Who is so bored. Bored because he hasn't made enough for the day. Motorists for check are fewer these days. Sir, would you rather have so many soldiers than your own people? Yes. Their stay is as good as life.-celebration of the so called Royal Daddy.

Aren't you tired of this whole issue? No one seems to care about the degree and depth of suffering we are in. The ones we called ours are multiplying our sorrows. They forsook their right and responsibility of bringing this macabre to an end.

People's mind are compounding with an intense degree of hatred. Hatred for their Royal Daddy. They have suffered so much, so painfully. They have dutifully mind their business which was so painfully taken away from them. They have avoided all possible troubles but they are troubled as much that they begin to forget the joy in peace. These are the armada innocent victims.

Look at the fading trail to the palace. Is it that the palace has been relocated? Perhaps no. It's just that people don't consider it a palace. This is because they've come to believe that, it's now the factory of their predicament.

Listen again. There was another blast at the market place. Thank God again. No one died. But I became sick. When I heard that many shops were selectively set ablazed by those toy soldiers. Not only that. They also shot dead many people living close to the market. They quarreled and fought among themselves. As to which shop to set on fire and which not to. These are the ones who we hoped would restore peace. They evoke violence. Ravage private properties. Steal precious goods and victimized many innocent people. Yet they get paid daily, weekly and monthly.

Welcome to the land where violence quenches violence. Where the lives of suspects are abated for death. Where authorities are authors of chaos and disorder. If you haven't seen any then you've seen this one.

The cyclist's older brother's shop was also set ablaze. He lost everything he has toiled for. The only means of livelihood to take care of the family since they lost their poor dad. Where is he going to start? Because he is now socio-economically deranged. The cyclist now at the opposite pole has to work thrice as hard as before. The responsibility of the family now lies on his shoulder. Even at his distance his peace was once again stolen.

Aren't our leaders, reeders? About how they don't give a damn to how much we've suffered and our fear of the unknown sorrow yet to come. As they instruct the toy soldier: stay, spray and slay our populace.

Insincerity in the minds of our so-called leaders is part of the fuel that keeps the flame of this macabre ever-blazing. Everyone who came to power illegally is responsible for the untold calamities that befall the subjects and the nation.

We aren't all completely insincere. Since the fact we have honest men in our midst. Who would one day bring to an end, the prodigality of our peace.

Dedicated to the victims of Budum Market.

Season One
Episode title: The Outsider
Date: 30th-August2011

Macabre for Peace V

A reckless devastation. By a faceless devastator. A hidden devastator. Copy-cating a known devastation. Our tale of pain and many sorrows, only the marines listened. With all these, we got laugh and giggles at our ordeal. Let our perilous ordeal, end with us.-celebration of an outsider.

Aren't you surprise? That the prodigality of peace is migratory like a virus. Eating the nation faster than you and I could ever imagine. No. we shouldn't be. This is sure to happen in any place there is paucity of managerial scheme to maintain national security.

What an ill fate has taken hold of our nation? We are now led by two white elephants. One is a celebrated leader. Building the nation for his own interest. The other a sacrilegious devastator. Destroying the nation for his own interest too. I'm bamboozled, because they never seem to care about our interest. And how dangerous this could be to us. As we suffer the cantankerous leadership of these two.

Killings has been substituted for dialogue between frail government and determined ghostly civilians.

People's minds are not at peace. Not at peace because their nightmares have suddenly turn to reality. Bullets and blast. Action movie meets reality.

Tell them that the digital university is a common concern to all of us. This is because majority of her student are from all over the federation. The more it's being shut down, the more affected the lives of the large number of students. Scattered across the nation. Whereby posing a serious risk to education and impediment to employment opportunity. As other universities are shutting down for the same reason. Going for a threat-pose-vacation.

Look at the trail of returning employers. Why are they coming back when they have folded up their companies? Are they just out of their minds? Perhaps no. They have come to know: that the infection isn't with the state only but the entire nation; that death could be anywhere, anytime. They have come to know that it is only through prayers you could be saved.

You and I are part of the nation. Aren't we? Yet we get nothing from the nation's cake. But all the suffering of the nation hangs only on our necks.

Aren't our patriots, parrots? About how they only complain without expressing their sadness about this macabre by making peaceful demonstration, illustration and prostration to the only one that wouldn't fail to listen to their cries.

Carefree minds ganged-up across the nation are also part of the whole of the fuel that keeps the flame of this macabre ever-blazing. It's everyone's duty and responsibility to restore and maintain national security. Both the insider and the outsider. To make a greater nation.

We aren't completely abandoned. Because we have caring patriots who have given all they could just for us to get back our peace which is now being prodigalized.

Dedicated to a grumbling nation.

Season One
Episode title: You and I
Date: 30th-August2011

Macabre For Peace VI

The storm is over now. The cloudage is bright. The sun is beautiful. The fresh sweet nectared air from the west. I can hear the melodious sounds from the birds chirping as they fly over the blue sky. Peace is now crawling fast like an infant. Macabre gives way for peace-celebration of you and I.

Aren't you happy that there are no more killings and disorder? Now that you can walk the streets without anyone forcing thee to raise thy hands up like a prisoner.

People's minds are bloothing harmoniously. Those who fled, now have every reason to come back. Yes. Get out of the way for them to get into their homes.

Many a people fled back as if nothing once happened. As if this wasn't the place they saw horror, terror and sorrow. Bless you and the State. Bless you and I.

Wait a minute. Is that the sound of a 'blast? My goodness! They have cut short the prolixity of my aptness. It was at the market place. Some copy-cat devastators. Bulled and risked many lives. For an unknown reason. Just to terminate one soul. It was a butcher man. They butchered with their bullets and the chaos was just over after they had terminated the life of their poor victim.

Macabre by the inventors. Has inspired a lot on how to devastate for selfish reasons. Promoting commixture and perplexity. Where victimization of innocent persons remain constant.

I became so sick. When my fellow brother refuse to be a coward. As he confronted a toy soldier. Who took his life away instantaneously. Only because he was in uniform and had bullets. But am not sure if he has the right to take the life of an unarmed civilian.