In Benue…
By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon No one screamed.There was no time.They came like dusk slow, quiet, red-coal fury.The old man who could not runwas slaughtered mid-prayer.The child who knew nothingwas beheaded, as he called “Mama.”God posed like an ngbeke model as they tore the womb. Foetus and entrails gushed tabooing the earth against its will. We buried them songless.Not because we had no songs,but becauseour mouths…
