Two years later and Nothing has changed. Reminds me of the writings in the book "Boundless 2021". #EndSARSMemorial2
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Our streets are tarred with Candle wax and littered with a number of half burnt candles, left at the mercy of the night wind
Howling and Rambling like the voice of protesters, like the lament of a mother as she's been taken away from the log of her child's body...
Like the silent screams of innocent bodies emptied into the river behind Awkuzu SARS.
These candles burnt for the dreams stopped halfway and configured into nightmares, for beds lying empty in cold rooms, for clothes suffered in sacs begging for the warmth of their own body.
These candles burn for the sun that sets at noon, for innocent eyes closed up by the sharp blaze of police bullets, for blood drying up by the roadside, for the unheard sobs of a father digging to bury his daughter.
Photo credit: @Hitchoflife
These candles burn for the tears of a mother whose wrapper is damped by an ocean of consolation over her wasted son, they burn for a land where to run into the police station is to become a dog that escapes the hyena and limps into the den of jackals.
Our streets are tarred with our brothers' blood and littered with the bullets of cops.
-Taofeek Ayeyemi (Aswagaawy) published by @FlowerSongPress.
20/10/20 🇳🇬🇳🇬🇳🇬
A Day we will never forget 🕊️💔
#EndSARS #EndSARSMemorial
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