My Dear Uncle. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Dear uncle, how are you and your family?
I thank God you did not leave us that day
When that fatal accident happened.
How would i have cried and weep for you?
How would i have danced that forbidden song
A song of sorrow in the market place?
Many had left without a glance and goodbye to their families
And never knowing God.
Yet you were giving a second chance to live and
Express what is in your head to humans.
To erase the ugly image of your wife from your head.
MY dear uncle,
Many things has happened here
so many Lives left behind weeping.
The goats have bore prematurely and
the cows in the whole street moo no more
The sun has even promise to visit us to increase our sufferings.
While the rain has stopped immediately.
I want you to remain calm and worry not.
Although i received the parcel sent to me by you
Asking about Our beloved country
I read the message there in and wept.
Don't bother yourself about Nigeria nor its government.
I could have discuss that with you but i need not to
bother your humble soul for that lost nation
Who celebrated its centenary with the blood suckers
When the innocent were left unhonoured.
You need to see our houses, its has been razed by fire.
A fire from the terrorist.
Our street filled with blood.
Dear uncle, it has been like hell living down here.
But we always pray for the massaiah to come,
Yety things seems very rough and tough each time we pray harder.
Take care of your children and crave not of Nigeria.
Tell Madam Rich That Nigeria is a terrorist center.
Explain to NIgerians Union in America that our mother, Nigeria is bereaved.
the leaders has done us no good.
Narrate to your children the Amagalmation of Nigeria by those who
Never look in to the future.
I would drop my Companion here
HE had tried and need compassion for his bravery.
Hope to hear from you soon not about Nigeria but
Of your health and family.
Nigeria will be built by Nigerians when they are Ready.