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Tuesday 24 June 2025

POETIC MASTERPIECE

Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.

Like delivery of Divine Revelations 

which favours calmness of wilderness, 

it's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude: 

an abode of Enlightenment in whose mirror of grace, 

purest passions reflect out from shady reality —

to gratify inflamed curiosity of Inward-Eye, 

as it wanders around source of enchantment, 

seeking in expanded awareness to capture

the essence of a phenomenon shrouded in mystery.


In blessed, serene mood with passionate intensity, 

mind labours hard to replicate images being

unveiled in the exalted realm of thought.

With illuminative wizardry that nudge limits of speech, 

the wordsmith graced with breath of poetic creation 

gives life to words —

freeing them from their rigid implications. 

Soulful words that sway soul of the reader, 

leaving the excited spirit with an enigma to ponder.

Such is the sublime nature of every Poetic Masterpiece. 



AUTHOR'S NOTE

Poetry is a free flight of creativity in the serene beauty of transcendent world. It emanates from deep recesses of the subconscious mind. 

Painted on the canvas of POETIC MASTERPIECE is the essence and intricacies of poetry as an art, or what one may refer to as a critical probe into the essential nature of poetry.

In the poem, I have portrayed ingenious works of poetry as extraordinary creations - conceptualised and birthed in their authors sublime moments. 

Intuitively, it is known that when creative energy is ignited by passion, while in a blessed serene mood, the poet/poetess poised for his/her artistic creation sometimes begins to hit transcendent moments - rising above the limitation of his/her physical level of consciousness to be favoured with The Breath Of Poetic Creation. 

During those impulses of inspiration words are wedded with amazing skill and finesse to create sound, visionary clarity and impact, on a complex reality that is not easily accessible to the senses - a phenomenon that in any other forms of writing may prove quite cumbersome to depict. 

A sublime perspective, a delicate crystallization of purest passions while in mental solitude, and exquisite care in rendition of words to utmost justice are the indispensable tools for a masterful poetic design. 

The prize is an exclusive preserve of the devoted, intricate mind. 




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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

The Phoenix Strangler

With promise of job, 

he lured her into a cane field.

His gentleness a veil of sanity.

Lurking in his mind, 

a perversion of sex instinct: 

'Bind her! Torture her! Kill her! '

 

Deep within comfort zone

suddenly brandishing his bludgeon, 

countenance wearing mercilessness - 

sight of which imported terror into her spine.

Desperate plea for mercy fueling his excitement.

Menacingly, her clothes he demanded.

 

Hissing in agony like pine tree, 

gnashing her teeth before the incubus, 

she stripped!

Her nudity assaulting his senses, 

eyes flaming with lust, 

he took stock of the bared flesh: 

'Beautiful! Submissive! Horrified! '

 

Bound and gagged, 

fantasy translating into reality, 

all hell broke loose...

Urge gratified, 

with her undergarment around her neck, 

he sealed her fate.

 

Sixteenth victim of the unhinged mind: 

Single mother of two horrendously murdered.

Not quite long, no sooner had he got home 

than long arm of the law tapped his shoulders:

DNA found on victims had matched his.

 

Karma forced to be lenient, 

he lives albeit in confinement.

No Death Penalty In Mzansi.

 

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Mzansi is the affectionate name for South Africa.

The Phoenix Strangler - Sipho Mandla Agmatir Thwala (born 1968)is a South African rapist and serial killer. He began his year-long rape and murder spree in 1996. His modus operandi was to lure local women into accompanying him through the sugarcane field near the town of Phoenix in KwaZulu-Natal Providence with the promise of employment as domestic servants in hotels. Once they were deep within the cane field, Thwala would attack the women, bind them with their undergarments and then rape, strangle and bludgeon them to death. Afterwards, hoping to destroy any physical evidence of the attack, he would set fire to the cane fields.

Thwala was arrested in 1997 after South African police matched DNA found on the victims to DNA taken from Thwala in 1994 when he was arrested and acquitted for a rape charge.

On March 31,1999, the High Court in Durban found Thwala guilty of 16 murders and 10 rapes and sentenced him to 506 years in prison.

Thwala is currently being held at CMax penitentiary in Pretoria South Africa. 



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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

The Obsessive Agony Of Lust

Self lost in obsessive agony,  
Your primal passion - a flaming ferocity,  
The raging fire consumes your dignity,  
And shame is put to slumber.

Seduced by the wayward twin of Love,  
Power of deviation subdued,  
On pathway of despair you tread:  
A burden too heavy to bear.

Mind drowning in bitter-sweetened sensation,  
Onto elusive dream you strive to hold fast,
but alas, it keeps vanishing like mirage in a vast 
Desert: a volatile mix of hope and anxiety.

Raving lunatic you've become
Seeking savage-desire's fulfillment;
An ugly reflection of nature devoid of contentment.
Lust: a nightmare in the lonely bed of infatuation.


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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

The Evil Face Of Religion

Since the dawn of humanity, the annals 
of Religion have been littered with awful tales.
Sacred scriptures have blessed lives —
and sabotaged them. 

Sophistic doctrine breeds dreadful hostility.
Often where Religion is strong—cruelty 
reigns—as fanatics under 'total submission' 
commit atrocities through blind devotion.

A close look at religious democides
suggests jamborees of genocides —
bloodlettings from which Atheism
recoils in its realm of ungodliness.

On the faith mission to fulfill a divine goal, 
Religion is torn between good and evil.
Slaying from age to age in the name of God, 
hands of zealots are left defiled with blood. 



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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

The Abyss Of Drug Addiction

The Abyss Of Drug Addiction Poem By Chinedu Dike 

In a wayward adventure in curiosity —
lured away from savvy of cooler judgment,  
he oversteps the bounds of reality 
into a state of altered awareness.

Overwhelmed by a rapid beginning 
of a buzzing sensation — The Rush; 
emanating from deep inside him, 
surging along the veins streaming 

euphoria through cells of his entire body:  
inside the body, with warm pleasure waves
flushing over the by now tingling skin 
soughing off all unpleasant feelings.

Mouth numbed, limbs heavy, and eyeballs 
rolling back from hitherto an unimaginable
state of bliss, he savours the calm explosions 
of the pulsating bubbles in his head.
 
A magical moment of sheer orgasmic rapture—
that ends in a lasting sedation—during 
which he's spellbound with wonder
while covered by a cozy blanket of content. 

He falls in love with the insidious drug.
And he begins to relish its sweet fruition
in a seemly pattern of use that is put
in the shade to protect his best interests.

A stake in normalcy that seeks to confine 
his usage of the opioid to a social occasion. 
But soon enough he drifts towards a regular
recreational use; indulging on weekends, 

floating, flying, and soaring in wonderful 
ripples of pure delight, feeling very mellow
and satisfied, in an illusionary paradise of 
forgetfulness where nothing hurts any more.

Bit by bit, as time goes by, his body builds up
a tolerance for the sedative, prompting his 
intake of higher and more frequent doses
to feel as well as to sustain the desired effect. 

This occurs because his body attempts to
adapt to the presence of the drug by quickly 
breaking it up and purging it out of the system, 
thus making it less potent as it was before.

At this stage of his drug abuse he's still able to 
control whether to use the stuff or not, where
and when to use it, without stress. He could
also abstain from the opioid fairly responsibly. 

But at the limits of his body's flexible response 
to the dangerous substance, he begins to suffer 
from its unpleasant side-effects that show up 
a short period of time following his last use. 

The pleasurable, but short-term, therapeutic 
effects of the hard drug are now being
overshadowed by several of its undesirable
withdrawal symptoms that manifest as:

fatigue, irritability, cold chills/sweat, itchy skin, 
muscle spasms and tremors, body ache, and
stomach cramps among others, with an
increase in his body's cravings for the opioid. 

The onset of these torturous side-effects of
the stimulant marks the beginning of his body's 
physical dependence on it, as he now relies
on the drug to fend off the terrible affliction.

He has bitten at the bait of pleasure oblivious 
of the hook beneath it. The once casual user, 
who had thought he could quit the habit at will 
without stress, has advanced to problematic use. 

The drug has become an integral part of a daily 
routine that is gradually heading towards chaos,
but nonetheless he's still able to go to work 
and take care of his day to day responsibilities. 

In time, a new sickness begins to fester inside 
him: the drug is tightening its grip, as his
body's physical dependence on it is now
generating his addiction to the substance. 

This psychological dependence on the opioid 
has set in with anxiety disorder accompanied 
by emotional and behavioural problems:
the duo classic signs of a progressive disorder. 

The drug has become something he needs
to sleep or to fully wake up. His sleeping 
pattern has also been altered; up at night
and intermittently dozing off during the day. 

As dosage of the narcotic rises, so does 
the torture of the painful lows and other
symptoms of addiction, making his cravings
for the sedative increasely more intense. 

As it is, he's needs several hits of the drug to
make it through the day. All at once he wants 
to use! He begins to look forward to using. 
He would ingest the drug in risky situations

such as, while at the wheels of his car or 
working at his job; always desperate to avoid 
withdrawal symptoms as well as to revel in
the bliss of the drug's comforting warmth.

At times he'd skip work 'chasing the dragon':
pursuing the out-of-reach elation levels of 
his initial euphoric high, swinging between 
feelings of mediocrity and that of ecstasy. 

Always, his body would afterwards crash 
below baseline, barely able to cater for 
his daily needs. The habit has long ceased 
to be the fun that it was intended to be.

Like a vicious cycle the relief from the opioid, 
which is not justified by external reality,
is being obtained at the cost of the 
worsening addiction and a spike in distress 

whenever his body is low on the drug. 
The more he indulges on the sedative 
to calm his racing mind, the more
its comfort zone seems to be desired. 

Disoriented in the rigours of his vice
he strays in the abyss of drug addiction:
a dark, weary place where priority disorder 
is dictated by events outside of his control. 

It is this corrupted impulse control that
causes his sick obsession with the narcotic, 
rendering him unfit to articulate rational
thoughts: a chronic brain disorder. 

In this harmful shift away from reality,  
utmost in his mind is the insidious drug:
over and above his job, his goals, family,
love, friends, hobbies and personal hygiene.

Oddly enough the foremost essentials of life
like water, food and sleep, are also not spared. 
He could be feeling ill and he won't care. 
No other thoughts can cohabit in his world.

Emotionally invested in his fantasy world
the toxic substance has kindled in him 
an inner turmoil, setting off an overriding 
feeling of emptiness that aches in his heart.

The habit much harder to lose than it was 
to find: an ongoing effort to wean himself off
the drug is being crushed by a dysphoric mood 
and a sickly feeling that intensify in severity.

These horrifying withdrawal symptoms
are a result of the sedative's induced
alterations in the biochemistry of his
brain's system of reward and punishment.

Instead of a mild, blissful flow of the brain's
happy hormones, as is experienced while
one indulges in a tasty food, on receiving
a great news, or while engaged in any other

kinds of novelty that fill us with a delicious 
pleasure, the opioid whose chemical structure 
is similar to that of the natural chemical 
messengers of the brain, Happy Hormones, 

by mimicking these primary drivers of the
brain's reward system the psychoactive 
drug sends a false signal of euphoria to
the complex organ, triggering an instant

and fast secretion of an abnormally large
amount of the 'feel-good hormones', that
begin to surge along its pleasure pathways 
overwhelming the reward centre of the brain.

It is this huge outpouring of happy hormones 
in the region that elicites in him a sudden
burst of energy, a pleasant state of mild
drowsiness, mental alertness, relaxation, ...

This already intense, euphoric effect of the
opioid is further amplified by the drug's
blocking of the pain partways of the reward
system, thus dulling his emotions and worries 

by suppressing any feeling of sorrow, regret, 
guilt, fear, or loneliness. Upon intake of the
mood-altering drug he would feel warm when
cold, calm when angry, bright when grumpy,

filled when hungry and happy when irritable, 
with almost a total refrain from the tendency 
to view anything in bad light. This dramatic
result makes every normal thing appear better, 

and brings forth a deep sense of satisfaction
as though all his needs have been met.
However, this almost perfectly desirable 
body and mind experience is an artificial

feeling that only lasts a few hours at most.
When the drug's effects wear off, because
the brain, which has come to rely on the steady
supply of happy hormones, cannot adjust

all at once it gets stuck in overdrive which
results in the withdrawal symptoms. It is so
because his brain, whose system of reward
and punishment has been tampered with,

seeks to counteract and accomodate for 
the sweet thrills of the drug's euphoric high,
by secreting much less happy hormones while 
the foodgate of pain hormones is thrown open.

Just like a huge surge of happy hormones 
elicits unnatural levels of euphorical pleasure,
a spike in flow of pain hormones produce
in him the torturous withdrawal symptoms.

These unwanted side-effects, whose rise and
fall are subject to drug levels in the system,
are the debts he has to pay for the supreme 
bliss that is relished during his opioid highs. 

It is all about his brain seeking to maintain 
Homeostasis: a normal, healthy body function. 
Once he's able to amerce with penance due,
he'll feel good again with no need for the drug. 

Another flip side of the illicit habit is that, over
time, the regular surge in happy hormones 
disrupts the resilience of the reward region 
of the brain, causing physical changes that

have drastically reduced his brain's ability 
to produce the 'pleasure juices', or respond 
to any stimulus other than the one being
triggered by the psychoactive substance.

This is clearly seen in his lost of interest in
activities that he once enjoyed, since his brain
suffers from lack of happy hormones which
influence one's capacity to be in a good mood.

Because the narcotic has also disrupted 
activities in the control region of the brain,
his whole thought pattern, perspective and
behaviour, all radically change along with it.

It is this reprogramming of his brain that has 
altered the interior reality of his mind, in ways 
that result in him going into 'survival mode' 
in the absence of the drug during a withdrawal. 

While in this irritable, aggressive and erratic 
state, he would forego anything and everything 
to obtain the narcotic because he's thinking 
of his drug use the same way an individual 

who is parched with thirst thinks of water.
This desperation in seeking out the drug as 
a vital lifeline is due to his compromised brain 
'thinking' it needs it as a matter of survival. 

A habit he had maintained at the outset
because it made him feel extremely good
has tuned against him, quite often coercing
him to use for the avoidance of pain. 

The sedative as dear and painful to him
as an imbecilic child is to its mother,  
he continues on the foreboding route 
for which he has no power of deviation.

Despairing in the clutches of addiction, 
the drugs traumatize him, they infuse
toxins into his spine, and he wouldn't 
know whether he's coming or going. 

He's kept on saying to himself, 'I'm going
to quit for good after using one last time.' 
But that remains to be seen as the drug 
goes on dulling his inner light day by day. 

In a downward spiral that stuns those 
acquainted with him, he loses his job, 
his car is repoed, and he's evicted from 
a nice home that had been stripped bare. 

Drowning in unpaid bills and desperately 
in debt having blown an entire life-savings 
on the drug, the loss of everything and a few 
remaining friends leaves him devastated. 

The dangerous drug has evoked a negative 
ripple that is felt throughout all that he's 
part of. An awful realization that settles in 
with cold clarity, eliciting a lurch of dismay 

over his dire ignorance about the drug 
which has led to the ugly entrapment.
In deep, sorrowful thoughts consumed 
with self-loathing he puts a curse upon 

the day he first laid eyes on the hard drug. 
With the best resolve he's able to muster, 
driven by exasperation to kick the habit, 
he strives to make his will like stone —

a facade that is soon razed by his urgent need
for the opiate to stave off withdrawal. With a
burden of guilt and shame that can't be faced
he retreats into the haze of his own misery. 

With more problems and stresses than ever
he plunges from troubled life to no life, 
completely losing touch with reality as his
addiction assumes a more dangerous form.

His fixation on the opiate has taken a turn for
the worst. Besides his strong cravings for it 
to ward off withdrawal and to experience 
its euphoric high again, it has become more 

crucial than ever for him to keep his emotions
constantly desensitised to life, by numbing 
the agony of living to ease the passage of 
day with purchased relief from the sedative. 

Locked in this highly destructive pattern 
of drug use, he would stop at nothing 
to feed the habit: he would cheat, steal, 
lie or betray no matter who to get his 'fix'.
 
Like the spreading of cancer in the body,  
his affliction has metastasized way 
beyond him, chipping away at the sense
of wellbeing of everyone around him.

As frequent and ready targets for theft 
his family have to always watch out for him, 
in a resentful relations in which they never
could feel at easy with him around the house. 

Wallets, jewellery, gadgets, or any other 
easy to carry household valuables, that are
not safely locked away, will go missing. 
For days at a time he, too, will vanish. 

He'd eventually return like the 'prodigal son'.
Always, he's found the door open after 
prolonged periods of avoiding home, even 
on occasions when he'd been kicked out. 

In the many months gone since losing his
source of livelihood, he's been pushed 
into a number of rehabilitation facilities, 
but as yet has failed to clean up his act. 

He's also been in and out of rehab thrice 
following hospital discharges for drug 
overdose. On the last occasion, he was
found passed out in the family's bathtub.

Timely arrival of the paramedics had saved 
his life. Notwithstanding, a nagging urge 
to 'use' continues to feed and reinforce 
the habit after each discharge from rehab. 

It's been most upsetting to the parents
who have had to watch him visibly change 
before their eyes: from a good, healthy 
son, who had always had his act together, 

to as it is, a thin, patchy-skinned loner with 
a baffled demeanour — who buries his head
in low self-esteem to conceal the frequently 
dilated and glassy pupils from mutual gaze. 

Nothing points more to the helplessness 
of the family's plight than having to finally 
admit to their little, or no influence, over 
the ravages of the stigmatized disorder. 

A harrowing experience for a household
whose life-savings, along with compassion
for him, have completely been exhausted
with no more tears remaining to shed.

The hurting family at the end of its tether 
confronts him with an ultimatum: 
to get his life in order or face the music.
Coldly, they all watch him leave home. 

His descent into the final stages of rock-
bottom has been swift. He starts by crashing 
on fellow addicts' couches and floors, 
but soon his welcome quickly wears out.

Now among the ranks of the homeless the 
hobo would wake up feeling sick, and his day
would consist of shoplifting, petty thefts, 
begging, and struggling to find others ways 

to obtain money in order to feed the habit. 
At nights, even on stormy ones, the rough 
sleeper would crash wherever there's shelter, 
never worrying about waking up the next day. 

A hellish existence on the street that has 
provoked a string of run-ins with the law. 
Nabbed stealing on ill-fated occasions, 
he's manhandled in a most indecent way.

Tired, hungry and sick, the erstwhile ray of 
hope, who once had a strong sense of self,
is currently a nervous wreck who envisages
life through the lens of opioid stupor.

Much beyond his ability to ask for help, 
his hurting family proceed to rescue him. 
Under the humbling load of drug addiction
he staggers into another rehab facility. 

But the often slippery climb to recovery 
is never easy. It's yet another chance for him 
to submit to a slow and delicate therapy on
his brain, whose structure and functions are

badly impacted by years-long use of the drug. 
The healing process is a labour of discipline 
and commitment, coupled with patience 
in order to allow the brain to adapt back

toward normalcy by gradually regenerating
and rebalancing itself. In the gruelling task 
he's expected to learn to care for a body that 
now must struggle to work in a different way.

Desiring to put their lives back together many 
druggies have been able to crawl their way out 
of the sinister shadow — a big chunk of them 
through the guiding light of structured help.

Amongst them were 'walking corpses' whom
possessed by their 'enough is enough', were
enabled to find the inner fire vitally needed 
to rekindle the cold embers of self-image. 

There's the fella cast adrift feeling wholly 
disconnected from self and the world. 
He's mourning the loss of a vital lifeline 
that has always helped him cope with life. 

He had been through it many times before, 
the fatigue, stomach cramps, aches, itchy skin...
But, he's in the early stages of withdrawal when 
cravings for the narcotic are at their worst. 

This initial withdrawal agony is the biggest 
hurdle any addict has to overcome in the often 
stop-start journey to recovery. If he could 
somehow find the courage to suffer through it,

the fierce and ceaseless cravings for the drug 
would be considerably reduced, making
them easier for him to deal with. Eventually, 
they will dissipate the longer he stays sober. 

He's being offered a way out of his captivity, 
but he's unable to embrace the opportunity 
with open arms because the addiction, 
which convinces him the only option available 

is to indulge on the drug, is blocking him from 
seeing the available escape route. It has shut 
off his ability to get up on the inside to face
the seeming overwhelming barriers to sobriety. 

Like one in the grip of Stockholm Syndrome, 
he has developed a type of trauma bonding
with the treacherous drug: the more it hurts
him, the more his irrational affection for it. 

With his consciousness constantly revolving 
around the insidious substance, he just 
can't imagine a chronic user like himself 
being sober and happy again without it. 

That being the case, he fails to see any point 
in struggling to remain sober when in such 
times he's beset by an awful illness attended 
by a serious depression that is of no help.

Regardless of the wreckage of his past and 
everything that is dear to him plus the very 
essence of life on the line, he's left convinced 
that giving up the destructive habit would 

imply endless suffering and feeling deprived 
for the rest of his already sad existence.
More than any other reasons, he just 
won't quit because he's powerless to resist.

In default of any dreams of ever recouping
losses that are manifestly out of reach,
the drug with a firm grip on him serves 
as a buffer to keep his ugly reality at bay.

All that he wants is to return to the 'loving
arms' of the opioid, very much aware that 
the feeling of the drug's high now that he's 
in pain can be one of the best things ever. 

But even so, as tempting as the desire to jump
the healing process may be, he's bitterly 
mindful of the horrors of street life that 
loom upon him with such frightening aspect.

Savagely trapped with no good choices 
he slips into a real fear of relapse. 
In anguish withdrawals plague him daily, 
and they won't allow him a moment's peace. 

Utterly incapable of rising from the ashes 
to hold it all together—no hope—
nothing to hope for—everything out 
of focus—mind spiraling out of control.

In a fit of extreme anxiety the now gnawing 
urge to 'use' prods him, closer and closer, 
to the brink of a nervous breakdown. Suddenly, 
his need for a 'hit' becomes most vital as.

Sweating profusely and trembling all over 
with fear clutching a pilfered smartphone, 
forgetful of future suffering the rehab 
jumper hurries along the forbidden path.

All alone with the merciless companion: 
nowhere to go and no one to turn to. 
Wretchedly wretched in additive agony
the junkie fades away into nothingness. 








AUTHOR'S NOTE


The Abyss Of Drug Addiction is written in 112 non-rhyming quatrains. 

The rendition is a poignant story depicting the sad existence of many drug users. The verse uncovers and illuminates, step by step, the different stages of drug addiction and the mental processes of the unable to function drug users. 

The paramount aim of the work is to shed some light on the sinister shadow of drug addiction: to unveil to all and sundry, especially teenagers and the youths, the hazards of drug abuse and the vicious downward spiral that can be caused by it. 

Just as the euphoric experience of all kinds of hard drug differ significantly, so are their withdrawal symptoms. Despite their seeming surface unrelatedness, whichever hard drug it may be, the creation of an illegal and dangerous dependency in users is a common denominator.

[The Rush is described as a feeling very much like a heightened and prolonged sexual orgasm. A great relieve of tension. It is mostly felt when heroin or any of it's derivatives opioids/opiates is administered intravenously]. 

In quite a disturbing hyperbole a heroin addict described the drug's EUPHORIC RUSH as follows:
"Take the best (sexual) orgasm you've ever had, multipy it a billion and you're still no where near it... " 





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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

Colossal Miscarriage Of Justice

Kind face contorted by torture of severe whipping;
His body a mass of torn bleeding tissue.
Cruelty stretched beyond limits of endurance;
scourging was halted on the brink of death.
Numbed-hands unshackled from pillar, 
He collapsed on a stone pavement.

'Crucify Him! Crucify Him!' Jarred the frenzied pack. 
Paroxysms of rage that would pull down the fortress 
of justice. Roughly, He's brought back to consciousness. 
Wrenching pain sent features convulsing in humiliation
as the smitten Crown Of Thorns pierced His scalp.
The mocking crowd ridiculed: 'Hail, king of the Jews!' 

Surfeited with demeaning mimicry in midday heat, 
the Cross of Shame they hoisted on sagged shoulders.
In loneliness of anguish, His staggering courage
acquiesced to the summon by the looming fate.
In the mob's rain of spit and spittle, He tottered away.
A trail of His blood traced the route to Golgotha. 

Nailed to the cross on Mount Calvary, loin cloth 
He wore flanked by a duo on death row.
Parched with thirst, a sour blend was offered.
Looking down at by then jubilant crowd, He prayed:
'Father, forgive them they don't know what they're doing.'
'He is calling for Elijah,' they joked, wickedly amused.

Human barbarity too much to bear, with last gasp 
of breath, He wailed: 'Eloi! Eloi! Leman Sabachthan?'
A shriek of the doomed that rent the skies.
'It is finished!' Then gently came the words: 
'Father, into Thy hands I place my spirit.'
Head bowed, in utter agony He succumbed to injuries.

His prosecution: a blatant perversion of legal rules, 
in a hasty nocturnal trials that snubbed burden-of-proof;
which had no room for witnesses for the accused. 
A criminal action preceded by the unlawful arrest 
He endured with manhandling and savage beating, 
even though no resistance was offered nor expected.

Unfairly found guilty of His assertion of the messiahship 
under the Mosaic Law; thereafter, He's arraigned before 
a Roman blood-court on a claim to kingship of the Jews. 
Hellbent on having Him put to death, the initial charge 
of blasphemy was amended to sedition against Rome, 
thus the religious was translated into a political charge.

Declared righteous by the one that betrayed Him;
what's more, He's adjudged innocent by the prefect —
a vacillating judge unruly eclipsed by the incited mob,
at whose behest capital punishment was handed down. 
A travesty that shifted a villain's infamy to the Nazarene, 
while freedom of the damned became lot of the freed.

On no occasion had he robbed nor cheated any one. 
An upright gent he was with a lifetime of clean record, 
who became target for lynching — in a sinister plot 
hatched by Jewish leaders perturbed about His gospel
and rising popularity through mesmerizing miracles. 
His Brutal Execution: A Colossal Miscarriage Of Justice. 



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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

Children Of The Street


In their faces a colourless gaping of life's adversity:

the hopeless grief of a hellish existence;

Malnourished, starving, filth and olfactory horrors;  

Their humiliating nothingness clothed in rags;  

Usually barefooted with low self-esteem;  

Begging or rummaging through garbage for

thrown-away foods to assuage pangs of hunger;

Oftentimes feeling cold that comes from being sickly;

Sleeping or indulging in cheap cocktails of toxic

sedatives at the dark corners of the street:

these dispositions identify them to society as

'Children Of The Street: The Roofless And Rootless Kids.'


The hapless minors squat in the open on the street,

or at some ill-suited but out of sight places.

Day to day they fall prey to all manner of violence

and abusive treatments, in hostile surroundings

where childhood apparently has come to an end.

They're menaced by extreme weather conditions:  

be it scorching summer heat, severe storms,  

or bone-chilling, subzero temperatures. 

They belong to nowhere and to no one:

no place to reckon upon as 'home sweet home',

and no comfort, whatever, is found on the street

where the public spurn them with icy contempt.


'Children Living On The Street' is a global reality.

With the urban slums serving as notorious hotbeds,

poverty accompanied by toxic homes account for

a vast number of minors who migrate onto the street.

Family break-up, parental demise, abandonment, war,

and other socio-economic/political changes that take

their toll on them, also prod them into homelessness.

Left to their fate, the vulnerable kids miss out on

physical, mental, emotional and spiritual growth.

In the absence of needful support, they struggle for

survival on the fringes of society - trapped in a cycle

of destitution that only few are lucky to escape from.


Homeless Children, through no fault of their own,

are denied the very essentials of childhood.

Unwanted and uncared for they bear the brunt of

all sorts of contagious diseases, lice and bedbugs

infestations, plus the forever pestering flees that feast

on open wounds - with scant access to healthcare.

Stomachs plagued by worms, they roam the streets

where no public toilets are left ajar to get in free.

Barely clinging to life, roofless kids hang on desperately.

With scarcely any human hands to wipe away tears

of bitter pain, they gnash their teeth in extremities.

Many live and yield up the ghost on the street. 




AUTHOR'S NOTE

The poem is a forthright portrayal of the fierce wretchedness of Homeless Kids, as seen mostly in third world and developing countries (some parts of Africa, Asia and South America) .

Bear in mind that the vast majority of children who end up homeless, do not do so by choice. Disruptive home situations are mostly responsible for mere minors leaving the family house, to seek a sense of wellbeing that has eluded them at home on the street.

Street Connected Kids (Street Kids) fall into one of two groups: 'Children On The Street' or 'Children Of The Street'.

'Children On The Street' spend time on the street playing truant, hawking or being subjected to other forms of child labour - to assist in the household income. They're not entirely without protection from their families or guardians, to whom they return to at the end of the day to bath, eat, and sleep.

'Children Of The Street', on the other hand, are literally homeless: they're roofless and they're on their own. They're adjudged to be rootless because many do not know their families, and the ones that have left theirs homes view such ties in a negative manner. This group of street kids comprises mainly, abandoned, orphaned and runaway minors.

The street is the place where homeless kids live and struggle for existence on daily basis. Highly vulnerable to abuse, violence and all sorts of bad influences, they often suffer from depression, anxiety, and trauma. Physical injuries remain one of the leading causes of death among Children Of The Street.




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Chinedu Dike
Tuesday 24 June 2025

Albinos On The Razor-edge Of Danger 

At the behest of witch doctors headhunters are on the prowl. 

They're watching, waiting, stalking and avoiding detection, 

in the hope of an ambush with a brutal ferocity.

Their bowie knives, and their gruesome machetes, 

as sharp as a guillotine blade that is poised for execution, 

certain to dismember any unfortunate victim 

into chunks of bleeding flesh in a matter of seconds.


Faced with the looming menace many albinistic 

persons are housebound in their homes, 

swallowed up by anxiety and depression, 

in a sustained state of fear for their own safety 

and a deep sense of distrust for fellow beings.

But whenever compelled by a crucial necessity, 

they would nervously venture out nonetheless. 

Such unavoidable runs, risky as hell, can easily 

deliver them into the grasps of the cruel fate.


The horrific butchering of persons with albinism 

in some parts of Africa, with a single purpose 

of harvesting their blood, internal organs, 

and other body parts for sacrificial rituals, 

has left so many of them revoltingly beheaded; 

limps cut off; ears, breasts, and genitals sliced off;

hearts, kidneys, livers, and eyes gouged out —

while victims were still alive in many cases.

Some albinos are also known to have been 

buried alive, as human-offerings, to appease 

blood-thirsty deities or spirits. Even the ones 

who are already deceased and interred are not 

left to rest in peace, as their remains are being 

dug up and robbed of hair, teeth and bones.


Myths have it that the blood, organs, and other 

body parts of the albino can be used to harness 

magical powers; that they are known to yield 

powerful outcomes when used as ingredients 

in preparing portions, charms or amulets, that 

can bring riches, provide fortification against 

harm, infuse extraordinary powers, or exorcise 

ancestral wrath believed to be the root-cause of 

the existential anxieties of those who use them. 


In those African societies that seem full of myths

and witchcraft, the notion that albinistic people 

are endowed with mystical powers is one that 

is deeply entrenched in the public perception. 

As old as generations this harmful superstition 

is what, in recent years, increasing numbers of

sorcerers and criminal charlatans draw on to 

trick people into the illusion of human sacrifice. 

To validate the efficacy claims of such a weird 

practice, these black magicians and con-artists, 

who act as both traditional healers and holymen, 

translate the existing legends and folklores 

on potency of albino in dark magic into terms 

that make sense to those who consult them. 


Quite keen on making merchandise of persons

with albinism, the so-called witch doctors have

put a price on their heads — thus assigning 

a commercial value to members of the group 

in the eyes of predatory individuals, who are 

lured into the clandestine trade in albinos 

and their body parts to make quick money. 

The tragic outcome of this bounty on albinos —

dead or alive, adults or children, is the rise of

criminal networks that revolve around witch 

doctors, including scouters, body snatchers, 

kidnappers, traffickers, killers, and others 

who also play their part in sinister schemes 

set up by the juju men to feather their nests

at the expense of their clients' murky motives. 


The ritual murders of albinos in these societies

remain largely a crime driven by a boundless 

quest to gratify out of reach gnawing-desires,

coupled with the widespread beliefs that such

sacrificial rituals work. These superstitions are 

by no means limited to the chiefly uneducated, 

poor masses, since so many of the clients who 

patronize the greedy witch-doctors are people 

of means from many different walks of life — 

mostly those politicians and entrepreneurs 

who believe that lucky talismans made from 

albino body parts can make them win elections, 

or usher in an era of boom in their business 

ventures, by bewitching voters or prospects into

favouring their candidacies, goods or services.


This belief that people with albinism possess 

special powers, that can bring success in just 

about everything, is nothing short of lethal. 

In the rural areas of some African countries

where everything that happens, whether 

good or bad, is directly associated with the 

intervention of the spirits, vicious onslaught

on albinistic persons appears to be rampant.

They are being hunted down and slaughtered 

like animals by ritualistic criminals, who are all 

linked to the trafficking networks contracted 

or established by the traditional spirit healers 

themselves to procure these 'commodities'. 

Usually, based on the wishes of their clients,

the juju men will determine the body parts 

needed to make a given type of potion, charm 

amulet or talisman. Through the networks of

their criminal contacts, they will set in motion 

a train of clandestine events which would 

wind up either in severe maiming or murder

of ill-fated albino with an astonishing cruelty. 


Homeless albinistic people, who used to roam 

the streets and pathways of cities and villages 

as beggers, bear the brunt of the brazen assaults. 

With many of these exposed targets already 

sent to their early graves; armed with knives,

machetes, and guns at times, human hunters 

are now raiding secluded homes after sunset. 

While at it they would forcefully abduct, or 

kill and dismember their albino victims before 

the eyes of their frequently injured and subdued 

family members, who helplessly watch in horror 

as human poachers make away with their trophies.


Most of these brutal attacks are against children, 

not only because they are easier to abduct

but also due to a higher ritual value assigned

to their innocence, which is generally believed 

to enhance the potency of ritual products. 

In broad daylight albinistic kids are preyed on

while on their way to and from school. 

Infants and toddlers are snatched away from 

their mothers, who oftentimes have sustained

serous injuries in their brave but mostly futile

attempts to rescue crying babes from kidnappers.

Several cases have been recorded in which albino 

mothers carrying their albino babes were 

hacked to death and their bodies mutilated

alongside those of their murdered children. 

Due to the misconception that albinistic women

and girls inhibit a cure for terminal diseases 

including HIV and AIDS, they are as well being 

targeted for ritual rape that sometimes result in 

unwanted pregnancies or death of victims.


In those sub-Saharan African countries where 

albinos amount to big money, their lives are

constant battles to evade bounty hunters. 

Many of them have disappeared without a trace;

the remains of the ones who were later found

were recovered with some body parts missing —

depending on the kind of spell desired to be cast.

Some of the victims, who by a miraculous stroke

of luck survived from the almost certain death, 

are left terribly disfigured and disabled for life. 

In the most heartbreaking cases of hate crime

against albinos, they have often been abducted 

and sold to trafficking networks by members of 

their families such as fathers, uncles, partners, 

or other relatives out of desperation for money.


In the East, Central and some parts of Southern 

Africa, where black market exits for albinistic

persons and their body parts, they are being 

trafficked within and across the porous borders 

of countries of these neighbouring regions, 

by the commercial trafficking networks hoping

that by selling a 'full set' of albino body parts

they can make money as high as 75,000 USD —

an immense fortune in these poor countries. 

A living albino is said to be worth much more, 

while single body parts such as arm, heart, or

head, can fetch several thousands of dollars.

These values make the underground trade in

albinos one of the most profitable and grisly

forms of human trafficking around the globe. 


Ironically, in these improvished societies where 

individuals with albinism are believed to be 

a source of good fortune, they are at the same 

time being demonized and also being targeted

for violent attacks because they are presumed 

to be cursed beyond their 'ghostly' appearance. 

Widely perceived as a haunted group of people 

who are bearers of badlucks, albinistic persons, 

as often as not, are being blamed for the outbreaks 

of epidemic diseases, locust invasions, droughts, 

floods, hurricanes, and other natural hazards

whose occurances are due to climatic factors. 


It is this dehumanisation of the people living 

with albinism that provides the rationale for 

their stigmatization, making it all too easy to

justify all manner of prosecutions against them.

Albinos are the objects of emotional, verbal

and psychological abuse, often followed up 

with the physical assaults they have to endure 

in societies that would rather be without them. 

This irrational hatred for people with albinism 

implies that even the heinous crimes that are 

being committed against them are largely met

by the callous indifference of their community 

members, and not in any way deterred by the

erring inaction of the law enforcement officials — 

many of who feel the same disdain for albinos.


Perhaps the worst act of betrayal many albinos 

have to contend with is that from their blood

relatives who look at them as cosmic retribution.

Almost always the initial reaction to the birth of

a baby with a pale skin is one of shock disbelief

and humiliation from parents and close relatives. 

Parents feel ashamed of their babies and fear 

the social impacts of the unexpected birth. 

Because such infants are believed to be potential

sources of calamities, they are at times banished, 

abandoned, or killed after birth by their families

in an effort to root out the imagined threats.

In some places, even when close relatives are

fond of their albinistic baby, they can be forced

by their community members to give up the

infant for ritualistic killing as impelled by custom.


Because of widespread misapprehensions about 

albinism and the patriarchal nature of most 

African societies, as is the custom women are 

the ones being blamed for giving birth to albino. 

The accusation gets worse in families who

before the unusual birth had no albinistic

individuals in their traceable ancestries. 

Cases abound of female spouses who have 

been subjected to domestic violence, jilted, or 

chased away by their husbands and in-laws —

who are convinced that such 'miscreant wives' 

were accosted or had been unfaithful to have

delivered for them a baby with a pale skin. 

Sometimes, though, there were accounts where

men accepted their baby and offered support. 

This rejection of mothers and their albinistic 

babies due to cultural taboos leaves them

exposed to increased levels of poverty, isolation, 

and abuse in their communities, since no men

are there to protect them as their very own.


Historically, people with albinism seldom find 

suitable, pigmented partners to date or marry.

Notwithstanding family objections against such 

an 'unholy union', some, out of genuine love, 

still go ahead to marry their albino sweethearts.

By defiling the odds to tie the knots, the albino 

female spouses in particular often come face 

to face with malicious, whispering campaigns 

or direct accusation of witchcraft against them. 

Because albinos are believed to be inhabited

by evil spirits that enable them to cause harm

to people and things, often their kit and kin 

would blame them for having a hand in the 

illness, untimely death, or any other forms 

of misfortunes that may have befallen them.

Both as mothers of albinistic kids and mothers

who themselves have albinism, these sets of 

women, who are badly impacted by the disorder, 

often face such baseless but serious allegations

in many communities — where a claim that one

has bewitched another is usually enough for

banishment or lynching of the accused to occur.


Being the common pariah of the African societies

albinos are on the receiving end of social snub. 

On daily basis, they face deprecating stares and 

harassment from the public wherever they go. 

Quite often, they are denied entry or kicked out 

of shops, restaurants, taverns, hotels, saloons 

and other such public places by the owners.

As one would expect under these dire circumstances, 

businesses set up by albinos hardly ever succeed. 

For the same reason of albinos being bad omens, 

families who have such a member struggle to 

find housing to rent, and tenants who welcome

an albinistic baby face eviction by their landlords.

Denial of access to public transport adds another 

layer of challenge for albinos: in some places, 

many buses and taxis do not stop to pick them up.

Even in places of worship like shrines, mosques, 

temples and churches, where one would expect 

to find comfort in the midst of prosecution

and isolation, albinos are as well being treated

as outcasts on the basis of their skin colour.


Surprisingly, the ugly stereotyping and prejudice 

against albinistic individuals are also common 

in the healthcare setting. Because numerous 

healthcare providers are biologically naive 

about the natural causes of albinism, day in 

day out they blatantly violate albinos' right 

to life and dignity. Even in hospitals or clinics 

where the medical personnel are reasonably 

informed about the true nature of albinism,

this knowledge runs parallel with the harmful 

superstitions that border on witchcraft — since

these health workers are products of society.

Their negative attitudes towards albinos are 

clearly visible in their verbal abuses and their 

reluctance to attend to albinistic patients, 

not to mention their often unjustified denial 

of medical treatment to members of the group.


Because of the ill-founded belief that albinism

can be transmitted to a foetus in the womb —

if a pregnant woman and an albino came into 

a close proximity to each other, expectant 

mothers who have the disorder are often 

prevented from integrating at maternity homes. 

Due to the fear induced by the cultural taboos 

surrounding albinism, medical assistants and 

nurses often refuse to touch, weigh, dress, 

or carry albinistic babies in the delivery room,

thus abandoning their weak and exhausted 

mothers to manage on their own after labour. 

In no small measure this systematic exclusion 

of albinistic individuals from proper medical 

attention contributes to a very high incidence 

of skin cancer among albinos living in Africa.


The legends associated with albinism in africa

have a negative impact on the lives of people 

with the birth defect, from the moment of their 

birth until their death. They grow up feeling

bad about themselves and, constantly, they

walk on eggshells always struggling to fit in 

and be accepted in societies that are very 

hostile towards them. Due to the high level 

of illiteracy on the continent most albinos

do not know why they were 'born too light', 

neither do their mothers who had either 

given birth to them at home, or in a maternity

clinic where they had been hastily discharged 

with no form of counselling received after birth. 


Scientifically proven to be of genetic origin, 

albinism is a partial or total lack of melanin 

pigment responsible for tanning the skin and

for giving the eyes and hair their colouration.

For a child to be burn with the condition both 

parents must carry the gene that transmits 

albinism for it to be passed on, regardless of 

whether they themselves are albinos or not. 

Albinism is found in all ethnicities and races 

around the globe and within the animal world. 

The absence or insufficient supply of melanin, 

a substance that also protects the skin cells 

against harmful ultraviolet rays, implies that 

those living with the disorder are prone to 

developing sunburn, blisters, and skin cancer. 

Due to an elevated sensitivity to glare which 

reduces their range of sight, albinos have a blurry 

vision of things around them and experience life 

in a state of 'partial blindness' without glasses. 


People with the congenital oddity experience 

various forms of bias against them, in differing 

degrees of harshness by nations, worldwide. 

In the western world, where they are better off

and often go unnoticed due to their close

outward form with that of the general public, 

discrimination against them is mostly based on 

their poor eyesight. A typical example would 

be the refusal of driving licence to members of 

the group in some of these advanced nations. 

Discounting that, individuals living with the 

condition in these deveoped countries are well 

integrated into the main stream societies —

where state-support systems are in place 

to assist them in those aspects of their lives 

that pose challenges to their lifelong disability. 

As a result, albinos in the western world are 

able to go after their dreams and aspirations. 

Being as healthy as everyone else they lead

meaning full lives with the normal live spans, 

having adapted quite well to their disabilities.


On the contrary, in Africa, where anti-albinism 

runs deep, the stripping of albinistic people of

their humanity virtually affects every aspect 

of their lives. So many of them, for example, 

have been denied access to education because 

they are generally thought to be dullards and

inept beings who cannot cope in school or in jobs —

hence a waste of their families' merge resources. 

This false impression stems from their usually

poor academic records and high dropout rates.

Far from being unintelligent group of people,

African albinos can be as talented as everyone 

else; their dismal scholastic achievement is 

mainly due to the various barriers that militate 

against their educational progress such as

ill-suited learning environment, the dearth of

teaching provisions, and their inability to access

optical aids for the enhancement of their eyesight. 


On top of everything, stake holders in education 

sector including policy makers, administrators, 

school authorities and teachers, who are largely 

uninitiated about the learning needs of albinistic 

pupils, pay no attention to the visual problems

the learners face in class without contact lenses

by not offering to them extra help nor support. 

Because most albinistic children are afflicted with 

rapid eye movements that make letters of texts 

become shaky, the unavailability of textbooks 

with enlarged prints means that they are unable 

to see clearly what they are reading or writing.

In addition to that, the fact that such learners 

are not given the privilege of sitting in positions 

where they can see best in classrooms puts a 

further strain on their vision of the chalkboard. 


The school experience of albinos are worsened

by stigma which paves way for their isolation,

ridicule and bullying, that come from teachers, 

schoolmates and, especially, their classmates

many of who do not want sit next to them.

With only a few willing to befriend them or 

shoulder the burden of being their teachers, 

albinistic learners are left feeling inadequate, 

lonely and alienated in school. This situation 

not only frustrates them, it also affects their 

self-confidence and academic performance.

These difficulties, along with the problem of 

albinos being abducted from schools for ritual 

purposes, are mainly the reasons why most 

of them end up as primary school dropouts. 

This lack of education means that a massive 

majority of people with albinism are qualified

only for menial jobs, in which they often have 

to work outdoors without sufficient protection

against cancer-causing rays of the scorching sun — 

their 'silent' and number one killer in Africa.


Through a brutal discrimination that deprives

them of the economic tools and social skills 

that are needed to live productives lives, 

the albinistic people, already restricted in their 

job choices due to a low tolerance for the

sun’s harmful radiation, are left hopelessly 

jobless and miserably consigned to poverty 

with no means of sustenance whatsoever.

Only a negligible fraction of them living mostly

in the cities are able to access health checks, 

with countless number of others unable to afford

simple remedies like sun-protective garments, 

sunscreen creams, sunglasses, wide-brimmed 

hats and umbrellas — all collectively vital for 

them to live healthy lives in the sunny continent. 

With these life-saving means out of the reach 

of most, and the fact that little or no guidelines 

exist about skin cancer risks and prevention, 

an overwhelming majority of albinos living in 

Africa die prematurely before the age of forty 

due to skin cancer, according to estimates.


While people with albinism once had to only

avoid the blazing African sun and the bullying 

they have to stomach in their communities, 

they have in recent times withdrawn into their 

homes in the face of more frightening threats: 

of sexual violence, abduction, horrifying death, 

and mutilation of their bodies by ritualistic killers. 

But even there, in their homes, they aren’t safe. 

Clearly trapped in the dark side of magical belief, 

albinos pay the price for superstition in Africa. 

Theirs is a life on the razor-edge of danger.






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