PENMIND MEDIA & CREATIVITY

we dine in the stream of tears as we welcome each blow of bomb; each day the insurgents send letters of death to the village. mother run East-to-West, looking for the haven to keep our heads, yet we are being consoled with corpses of aunts, uncles and brothers, from the other side of the sky, in our land. the home is a safe haven for terrors and hopelessness: the home is a straight confluence to welcome sea of tears, we see pains on the plates of meals—the plates used to serve morsels of bombs to our streets. Only in our land we find havens for terrors. FOR YOUR BOOK REVIEW, CONTACT US ON: +2348160531722 / Email at: penmind12@gmail.com

For not less than four years now, the country that claims to be the giant of Africa—Nigeria—has been battling with demonic terrors by insurgents, which has given the nation and its people different sobriquets. Many have died, stranded, abducted. Some are neither dead nor alive as their captors remain silent to tell the world about their live status. The feat of any terror is their feast.   Especially in North-East Nigeria, everyone lives a horrendous life. The land is alien to the natives. The country is a precarious domicile for the peace loving citizens. Where is the home in this land? Perhaps to elucidate the plights of a common man in the northern part of the country, Rasaq Malik describes the predicaments of people in the North- East, in his chapbook, ‘NO HOME IN THIS LAND,’ lamenting the acrimonious experience people go through every time as a result of the bugbear Boko Haram insurgents plant in the land. The intractable menace of Boko Haram insurgents has defiled the