"She" written by Youpele Michael (on Nairaland and other social networks goes with the moniker Youpele52)

Source:
https://www.wattpad.com/270454897-fantasy-seventy-sevens-28-she


Black rugged Toyota hilux 2013 model galloping
Meandering through almost treeless Savannah
Dust clouded the roaring hilux piggybacking
Captured students whose school and town
Were buried in flames. Fiery sun showed no mercy
Flames puffed gloomy smoke as it swallowed
the dead, living, and everything man-made
Dust and gloomy smoke fought for airspace
Perfume from the horror could scare death itself.
Unknown gunman 1: Bu ka ju sata
(translation: shut your mouth)
Students sobering as they inhale a whiff of death each
Mostly girls wept sore, tears raining cats and dogs
Unknown gunman 2: Bruan kabrooka.
Mo go lorita so ba vusha, saba saba. Matalaka bo jo ruka na ka
Mandelaza zaman so a a a kuta
(translation: don't mind this ingrates. We're doing you all real good taking you all from your parents, fake pastors and evil imams who don't know the real God.)
Unknown gunman 1: A a a gra baka datphum blac yan
Gramddela ma ma ma ma ven zit net li pak fi ti kili kan
synagoguez, mosquez, acada, matata, kwakwa
Jam jam, a a a blac mphthimi be fi to kili kwa
(translation: you all should be thanking us for giving you freedom. Freedom from your oppressors. Those evil oppressors who have brainwashed you for years. Sing praises to God because he made this day possible for you all and that you're not among those girls and boys that were burnt inside churches, mosques, schools and market places)
Unknown gunman 2: Bwa ba ya milik.
Baraca tata fi malee mamme, si kili
Yo jo tata fi gron bo lo makmak ki dili balatara jo go lo
Ki koloko tit tot van darf zoom fadar. Fadar Ra ba zolo
(translation: prepare your hearts you weaklings. From today you girls will be made women. And you boys be turned into real men according to the teaching of our holy prophets. You'll be taught how to make war for God, make unbelievers believers. Like what we're doing now.)
Unknown gunman 1: Joom chum numbre?
(translation: How many of them are here)
Unknown gunman 3: u, dee, trac, qu, pen, see
hep, okt, no, den, den-u, aplang den-dee,
(translation: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11, and 12)
Unknown gunman 1: Fadar Ra prysy.
Zom fi kili kat mat reeree
(translation: not bad, God be praised. More will be recruited into his just course. Praise God.
All Unknown gunmen: Fadar Ra prysy
(translation: God be praised.)
Unknown gunman 4: Pada hili kumram dee-den
(translation: the other hilux carried more than 20 each)
Unknown gunman 1: Fada Ra prysy
All Unknown gunmen: Fada Ra prysy
Capturee 1: Malamala laka de fi kili meek real Fadar.
Uu mas pas ta ug nam bu la ta Fadar ka ra
(translation: I am a true worshipper of God, what you're practicing is not what the prophets taught. You evil people are bringing bad name to our religion. You're not God's soldiers)
Of one the unknown gunmen's AK 47 barked
Inserting its bullet which gave the little parroting boy
A kiss of death, blood fountained from his skull
Rained on the students, whose wailed shut the sun
Unknown gunman 5: Paga lan Tara pon rutada
We kan fi jo nude pant zi look bozo saba ata
(translation: we'll kill as many as, that will try to escape or talk ill of this righteous course that all of you will be part of soon)
Dusk, but the sun seem to smiling at 'em still
Fear enveloped all the students who're sobering still,
silently. Cold winds waved the hilux sideways
Tyres screeching, gearbox neighing,
Hearts racing faster than the hilux in a dash
{Speaking faintly in pigin English}
Capturee 2: they're not looking at us but the front road.
Let's move with our buttocks towards that opening. Then we'll jump out together.
She: hmmm hmmm {fearfully nodding her head in agreement}
They both put their lives in their butt
Joggle 'em, moving slowly, butt by butt
Mopping streams of blood as they move on their butt
It took a century to get to the tailgate of the hilux
Both hands tied but feet loosed, he rolled off
the hilux, she did the same but broke her wrist
He hurriedly untied her feet and hands
She removed the her blind fold and they both Usian Bolted....

Unknown gunman 1: Guna ta pa
(translation: shoot them)
Capturee 2: Run! I'll cover you up. Don't run straight. Run zig zag.
Bullets glided through the dusty cloud
Looking for its target,
sprinting faster than its target
The closest ones went by her left ear
Raising her ear's temperature to 90 degrees
She and he, didn't stop Usian Bolting
Neither did the bullets stop pursuing
One of the bullets knocked his backhead
and took him straight to hades
She couldn't notice, fear numbed four of her senses
The sound of the bullets withered
She was let alone for the desert to terminate her
A heap of sand held her leg, introduced her to the earth
Which kissed her effortlessly as she fell, 'til she had enough
Motionless like a dead body, she remained for hours
The sun waved her goodbye
Evil birds crowed bye
Ants crawled by
Only the desert cold welcomed her.
She dug and buried herself in the sand
Slept for half a day and quarter
The overheated sand ejected her
from her selfmade sand blanket
Half awake, she looked 0 to 360 degrees.
No one human in sight, no tree, heavy sun,
No animal visible, few birds flew across the sky
Making attempt to turn her into their lunch
She shoo them away, squeezed her stomach
Reached out for an ant that bit her
crushed it with her hand and ate it.
So hungry.
She felt droplets of blood on her school skirt
It came from her left ear
She held onto it, but it was almost falling off
Screamed in agony as she tore it off
She washed off the sand from it with her spittle
Then she put it in her mouth.
Chew and swallow.
Some sense of satisfaction swept through her soul
She lay back on the heated sand and napped
Dusk and dawn again
Sleep was never far away.
When the sun was at its peak
she felt a cold object
It was like an oasis in a 49 degrees
hell fire hot afternoon.
This oasis moved around her body
Cooling off the steam on her exposed skin
Her eyes opened thankfully to see
What her eyes saw took her off her feet
She screamed, flung the snake
Running, running running, running
Her body ran and passed the baton
to her soul, her soul ran and passed the baton
to her spirit, her spirit ran and passed the baton
to her body,
The relay had no finish line
She ran till she fell for exhaustion.
She welded her eyes fearfully waiting the worse
Seconds passed by, the snake didn't show up
Minutes passed by, the snake didn't show up
Hours passed by, the snake didn't show up
She almost forgot what she was running away from.
From a snake?
From her abductors?
From her burnt school and town?
From her burnt family members?
From her fear?
Or from the worse that could happen after all these?
Yesterday was her birthday
The day before yesterday was very frightful
It wiped off her memory
Of her plans for her 14th birthday
Her survival was more important than anything else.
She opened her eyes,
The moon watched in crescent amazement
The light of the moon was less important than light she saw
Glows of electric bulbs, hundred kilometers away
She stood up fearlessly and began walking
Towards the light.

"SHE TOO" written by Youpele Michael, is the 29th poem in my poetry collection FANTASY SEVENTY SEVENS.

"She Too" is a sequel to the 28th poem in the collection.



She Too
https://www.wattpad.com/278111725-fantasy-seventy-sevens-29-she-too


Metal spring bed shrilly shrieking,
undulating with a rhythmical feeling
Alternately dilating and shrinking,
quasialternately, hopping and sinking
In an almost dark camp tent,
Being bathed by an hellish sun that's unpenitent.
He pounced on me having cognizance
I'd give no bump heads to his advance.
He threw wide my legs, my skirt
ascended. Graved my arms. Eyes squirts,
my already dead innocence nailed again
Lil adolescent mammary gland felt his frame
He submerged his face, sucked and bit it
Yet it was better than the torture I felt beneath
My skin under wearing and tearing
Warm liquid escaped. Voiceless wailing
couldn't get into the hearing of any
who would help, only to many
other beasts who take turns.
Different day, different beast, same mourn.
My schoolmates who were prettier than I,
have been bought off by suitors. Nigh
and far, rich and poor, they came to buy.
Those of us left, satisfy the beasts' appetite
For hours I rumbled till he was done.
Piehole already dumb, legs numb
He left satisfied. Blood on the sheets
My dream future on exile. Extinction no longer exist.



To read the FANTASY SEVENTY SEVENS poetry collection. Goto
https://www.wattpad.com/story/1600226-fantasy-seventy-sevens

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