THE BOMB BLAST

It was a peaceful Sunday evening, In the city of Lagos. A day were the sound of church bells, Echoes around the dusky sky. There I was, Cradled upon my mother’s breast. Enwrapped in her warmth embrace. There came a sudden blast from afar A blast that shook like an earthquake. Boom!! Boom!! There was a vibration. Boom!! Boom!! Then it became a reverberation. I saw turmoil and the pandemonium, Grew stronger like the torrent of a wave. From a distance, they were smokes and flames. The flames of annihilation and pain. I could hear my mother’s voice tremble. “Papa Emma! Watin dey happen?” “Mama Emma, carry the baby, now!!” My mother carried me on her back. She was my shield from every attack. With each sound of explosion, Spreads a conflagration. Boom! There goes another Boom! And another Boom!! Even louder The sight of blood oozes Like streams of water, Gushing out from every corner. Fathers, Mothers, and children Brothers, sisters and friends. Many innocent lives were claimed and erased. Every love that once shared a profound bond, Were shattered like a broken piece of a brittle artifact. My mom and dad ran for their lives In search of a haven to survive. They ran and ran and ran Until they behold a facade Built like a church. They walked into it, and saw the promise land.