Jonah Achumi
[dropcap]I[/dropcap]t was an untouched pristine green paradise until the sound of the sudden gunshots and a war cry which broke the serene tranquil landscapes and the mystic woods of my sweet land, a land of music and laughter thus changed forever. A God-given land within a mighty kingdom and landlocked by another powerful iron-fist junta in the east, yet is already pregnant from a wedlock with people from down south who want to silently overtake the land and its people.Weep, dear motherland weep, time has almost run-out, as your children refuses to wake-up. Blinded by money and separated by narrow domestic walls of divisions and isms, my sweet Nagaland, your tears for the stoic and unmoved stone-hearted children are overflowing the land yet they still they refuse to see the tears that has already drenched and soaked you . how much more will you weep, as it has almost dried you up to the bones. Like Jerusalem, who stoned and killed those prophets who came to warn them, O Nagaland, my sweet enchanting land, your children who care for you and speak out are all snuffled, choked and threatened at the barrel of the gun and the spear’s hilt. The aliens who laugh at our folly that seems to increase each day while your children trample one another in a mad frenzy of agnostic deeds thinking we are the victorious ones yet all we are doing is walking toward our the pit that we have dug to meet our final farewell. The walls which we have built to shield us from the outsiders have all broken down while our own fences and walls have been made thicker, taller and stronger. Your pillars of fortitude and resilience now has crumbled by your children whom you gave birth from your own womb. To slay down one’s brother is now done without the tiniest impunity or an iota of remorse and the fear of the Almighty has vanished from your children. Who’s going to cry for you forever, O my Nagaland? This world is not going to stop or turn her neck twice to console and comfort you. Isn’t it time you reprimand your own children for not repaying you back your salt? Isn’t it time to rebuke them for all going astray and not repaying back after all you have given them? Weep all that you want to but your fallen tears are all drying up, for all this time you have been crying alone. Your heart aches more as tears are few now as it has drained all your might. Aren’t you giving yourself up and speak out que sera que sera? Yet Father above has said ‘When you repent with all your heart and mind and ask for forgiveness, I will be found by you ‘. Mother, let your children repent as now the sun has set already down the hills and as night-time approaches, the moon won’t be riding high tonight and your children’s enemies lies near our broken walls. Your children whom you have anointed are now more afraid of guns and earthly powers than God our Father, teach them to fear God more than guns, knives, bullets, money or anything. Indeed we’re fools to make war on our brothers-in-arms. Tell your anointed sons and daughters to speak out for the Truth and Justice, only then Love , Peace and Joy will return to your bosom. Otherwise forgiving amongst your children has made a dismal exit many eons ago. The consecrated ones who should lead the righteous people to stand up are more afraid of wrong-doers lest they offend them. So the stones the worldly builders rejected are now becoming the chief arch-stones .Cry, Nagaland, cry even if it is hard for you, cry so that your dear children hears you once more even if it is for the last time. O Nagaland, someone’s crying for you. Tearfully yours.
