VICTOR COSMAS BLOG

First let me say, “ Black lives don't matter ” and white lives don't matter either.   Life has no colour.  There isn't black or white life.  Life is life, no matter the body colour of the person that bears it. “Every life matters”. Life is sacred.  Our existence is proof that we are worthy to live and no human being by reason of influence or privilege should deny or deprive anyone of his life that has no holy reason to die. So “All lives matter” whether of black or white or any colour for that matter. Life must worth more than it's current price. Sadly, it is too cheap. What is on the mind of a man who places his knee on the neck of a man until he passes on, what exactly! “I can't breath” “I can't breath” “I can't breath” “Please” “Please” “Please” “Mama” “Mama” “I need some water” Yet, he knelt on him right there on his neck disconnecting his respiratory circuit in the most animalistic way. Barbaric!  The air was filled with aggression, oppression, inequali...

She was ambitious.  She was studious.  She was focus.  She had dreams.  She was our solution.  She was our queen.  She was the future.  She was Nigerian and African.  She was beautiful.  She was happy. She was twenty-two.  But she died, Because she was murdered. Murdered by rape. Murdered by the devil and his friends. She was killed, not for her money.  She was killed, not for her treasure. She was killed, not for a crime.  She was killed because she is soft, Killed because she is defenceless. Killed because she is a woman, A beautiful one. Not anything of her making. Omuzuwa! We are now again hit by a pandemic. Double jeopardy.  Who have turned us to darkness. Who blew off the candle. Black on black, Wail, all that hurts. Curse be those behind. She had kings and queens, never had. Dreams, that didn't materialise. Light, that didn't shine. Destiny, truncated. Leader, never led. My inner heart hurts for pains, My ribs swell...