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IN
ANGUISH MY
COUNTRY

- ABUTU PETER ENEMONA

(Dedicated to the victims who were kidnapped even when they cannot offer any favour to our
and massacred across the states of Nigeria) endeavour.
Dear lord, hear our cry
We are suffering and our children have begun to The labour of our heroes past are drowning
die. while our new heroes are seeking money and
The water we thought to be life self-crowning.
has become the source of our strife. We see death everywhere
and all they do in offices is to "remain there."
We lift our eyes to the sky;
like the rain pours: so do we cry. What is our offence?
Life comes to us in ways that make it hard to cope to deserve this unjust pain sentence.
but we must toil and keep up hope Let our hearts smile again
so that we may not fall away from the slope. for we are deprived of gain and are all in pain.
Life, they say, is brief Our bodies have become weak
but ours has become long with grief and our sufferings have grown so high that we
We seek our rulers' favour, cannot speak.
He ignores us since we are not his neighbour. The streets are blowing on us: painful panging
storm.
Sometimes, doing the right thing seems to be a We are helpless; many gone, but we will not
crime agree to lose our form,
and in all our efforts, we cannot slow time. until our utmost goal is met, when "the kingdom
There is much stress in our labour. will come".
most times, we struggle to keep up with our
neighbour

RIDDLES AND JOKES

- E F R O N J O H N .
THE POLITICIANS AND THE FARMER
An aeroplane conveying politicians from the northern to the southern
part of the country happened to crash unfortunately. By coincidence, it
fell into a farmers land while he was farming. The hardworking farmer
out of compassion and not knowing what to do, began burying the
corpses until he had buried every single one of the
politicians that were in the plane.
About an hour later, some journalists arrived at the scene
and began interviewing the farmer. The asked him: "Did
they all die?" "Were there no survivors?" "Oh!” replied the
farmer. "While I was burying the corpses, one of them began
shouting "I am alive! I am alive!! Help me! Help me!!" "Well",
he continued, "since I know most politicians to be liars and
pretenders, I thought he was pretending to be alive so I
buried him together with the others."

THE CONFUSING NAME
There lived two men named You and Me. You was known as Master
A and Me as Master B. One day, a stranger who was passing by called
out to Master A. "You! What is your name?" "I am You" replied Master
A. "I mean what is your name I am asking you?" Said the stranger. "Yes
sir, I am You" replied Master A. "O my God! What kind of nonsense is
this?" The stranger exclaimed. Turning to Master B he asked: What is
your name?" "Me sir", replied Master B. "Yes, I mean you, what is your
name?" The stranger asked. "Me sir!" Replied Master B again. Then
master A interrupted them saying: "Sir, it seems you didn't understand.
I am You and he is Me. The stranger fainted.