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...