The glory of a lion is its security our people says.
It was a heavy pandemonium in the great Enyimba city,
on that Thursday afternoon
characterised with nothing short of the flow of blood,
as the adversaries sought to demystify the mighty.
The city of justice(jungle or otherwise)
-has been spilled with the blood of her warriors
and the inflammation of tension rose to the apex height.
They came with their armoured tanks,
sophisticated weapons;
To suppress the law of justice,
but the warriors of justice were too powerful to be suppressed,
and too angered to be silenced.
An immortal race
and an untouchable generation have been stirred.
The great men of valour roared,
and fear gripped those who have come to kill and destroy.
They sought refuge in the barracks to no avail,
and they had to board their terrorism back to Sambisa forest.
They've learnt their lesson-
They can never again play with the tail of a lion
dead or alive.
By Paul Ihechi Alagba
For Family Writers
Eze Afrika
