The weather is cold and the world is sick. Each day our lives placed on the line and our faces naturally masked as a result of the mask worn to save the lives that isn’t ours. We struggle to save the lives of every one sick at every cost but who struggles to save ours? I am a Doctor, I left my home to house the sick and I too, am a victim. I couldn’t save myself from my own profession. Each day, we run out of supplies and the government barely replies. Oh, with tears in our eyes and a broken heart we say; “Lord let your light shine”

The clouds are becoming dark and the sun no longer shines. The guns and grenades no longer suit our uniforms but relieve materials and test tools do. The death is nothing I have seen before! A long time ago, there was a day the world stood still but this is the time on that tragic day. As the pains grow stronger, our hopes be come shattered and just so you know, I am a Soldier and I have seen fellow brothers at arms die helplessly but never have I been so confused on which way to turn, where to go and who to call. It is an ordeal situation as those that are called to heal the sick are becoming sick and we that are called to fight are becoming weak. ”Lord let your light shine”

It was a joke at first ” Oga e for better say you mess than sneeze oo” the driver said but today, the same driver is saying; ” it is better I don’t carry anybody than die of my own occupation”. I often wished, one day I would see the world before I die, but today, the world couldn’t wait to see me, it is dying. Hardship now stroll on our streets like our neighbors as fears grip us like Ola Rotimi’s “Grip am” but not as a comedy. Our hopes for a Vaccine is tied to the American dreams, dreams we don’t know would become reality. The questions is, can’t we also dream? Where is Yemkem international and The Goko cleanser? Where is Babalola and madam Iyabo the root doctors? Hmm.. We, can not blame us because, us did not bring us here, they did. But is it time to apportion blame? No! Only to watch and pray ” Let the Lord shine his light on us”

Mama, I was sent home not for school fees but Corona. Mama, why didn’t you go to the market? What is happening? If you don’t go, how do we feed? When will I go back to school? It Is as if, the world is pedaling backward. Where is papa and why are you crying? I am not son, “it is just the only way I smile at the praises of hardship as I rather sit at home and share same bed with hunger than go out and contract this virus that has no cure because I have never seen a man die of Hunger that has hope on God” his light will definitely shine on us soon.

Written: Emmanuel Ikoromasoma

Ikoro’s mindset ( stay safe)

I am from Rivers State and a native of Okirika. I attended New Era Brilliant College Borikiri, graduated of Rivers State University Port Harcourt were i studied Office and Information Management. I did a certificate program in Uniport in the Department of Theatre and film Studies. I love writing, dancing, and sport. I fell in love with poetry in my secondary school days and ever since poetry has changed my life.

 

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