#Nikesh-Writes

  POEM BY AFOLABI MIRACLE AYOMIDE (mimiafo25@gmail.com) Left so sudden Leaving a name Days come and go;  Yet, memories remain  Hoping to rest now  But wishes remain A life to remember Celebration became my part The sun's warm touch,  The breeze's gentle sway,  The beauty that surrounds,  I wish you were here to behold A heart at peace Your legacy stays  Forever cherished Forever loved We rarely spent time with her. We only saw her once in every century. We all called her “Mama”. Every Christmas, Dad would drive us down to his hometown to see Mama (as he fondly called her too). Therefore we tried to cherish every moment with her because the next time of seeing her would be after another 365 days. When I was younger, I remember vividly that she was still managing to walk with a walking stick. That stick (which we all called “Mkpara” ‘a mighty staff’ in our local dialect) was powerful, or that I perceived it to be. Mama was hot-tempered. She would shout when triggered, and she cou

Photo by  Sofia Sforza  on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/@raisedheroes (Continued from part 1) As Seth Collins approached the judge, she initiated a line of questioning, to which he testified comprehensively. To this day, I still question whether I indeed carried out all the actions the judge mentioned and what exactly Collins attested to. Persisting, the judge posed another inquiry to Mr. Collins, asking bluntly, "Is Mr. Philip Oyelu responsible for all these allegations?" Collins promptly affirmed, "Yes, he is." With little discourse or reflection, the judge tacitly conveyed her belief in Mary's statements.   "Approach, Mr. Philip," the judge commanded. As I complied, I scanned the courtroom, realizing I was the only male present besides Emeka and Collins Seth.   The judge proceeded, declaring, "We will not be hearing from you anymore, as the newly elected president has already deemed you guilty."   In disbelief, I exclaimed, "Is the p