I question my heart when I kneel in prayer:
Has God forsaken us as a nation?
Why have our leaders refused to speak?
Why so much killing of the innocent people?
No one speaks louder in public;
Everyone has gone into hiding,
There is a deep well of silence everywhere.
As I watch the stillness of the trees against the sky,
The movement of people is of quietness,
it makes for silence;
Our land is no more fertile,
The gentle stillness is not silence:
the sound of gun provokes tension.
From the sirene of those who were to protect us,
we hear the sound of impending danger.
As I glanced back,
Behold a cry, like a woman in labour;
It was from a man gasping for breath,
as he stretched out his hands saying:
“I am doomed! They are coming to kill me!”
with wounds all over his body.
Suddenly, another voice came:
‘Run for safety! Don’t delay!’
A disaster is fast approaching.
Like a lion coming from its hiding place
Not just a gentle wind,
A scorching wind indeed:
A sword is at the throat of many.
The people in power are losing courage;
Shock and astonishment have filled the heart of many.
An order came from the silent wind:
“Get ready to safeguard everyone you can.
There is still time”.
Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a  Roman Catholic nun. She belongs to the religious order of “Oblates of St. Benedict Joseph Labre” in Italy. She is a graduate of the University of Bari where she obtained her Bachelor’s and Masters’ degrees in “Information and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software” and “Computer Science” respectively. Currently, she is carrying out research work on “E-learning for Developing Countries”.

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