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With a bleeding Heart

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He struggled to breathe as he felt the life leave his body. 

The gargling sound in his throat as he choked on his blood was his last fight.

Gritting his teeth, he refused to close his eyes. 

The fight was not yet over. 

His mind flashed back to how the day started. 

He thought of Maria and instinctively, his hand reached for the ring in his pocket. 

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. 

But here he was, on the ground dying before it even started. 

A tear escaped his eyes. 

It was getting harder to breathe. 

What did he do wrong?

Why did they shoot him so mercilessly. 

The exchange came to him as easily as the sun rose in the morning. 

“Come down

Officer please, I’m in a hurry. I’m going to propose to the love of my life and I’m 10 minutes late”

“And so? Are you the first? Come down”

I’m sorry. What do you need?”

“Give me your phone”


“I said give me your phone” Anger boomed in their voices as they roughhandled him

This was when the fear started to build. 

“Okay. Wait

He gave them the phone, without taking his eyes off his wristwatch. 

30 minutes late now. 

As he watched them go through his phone, he felt the bile rise to his throat. 

Was this a part of their work?

This was when the first bullet came. It rocked him off his feet and sent him flying to the ground in a hard thud. 

The rest came in successions. 

3 in total. 

He clutched the phone that started all of this in the first place. 

They killed him over a bottom barrel iPhone that no one in his house even wanted. 

Mustering what was left of his strength, he finished his tweet. 

They killed me for no reason. 

As I take my last breath, I’ll become just a statistic. One in ten thousand

But I have a name. 

These men, damn them all”

He didn’t finish the last thought before the life left him. He didn’t ever get to press send. 

Just like him, it could be you tomorrow. 

So many lives have been lost in the hands of these men and all they are now is a statistic as we fight for justice. 

They deserve better. 

They deserve justice. 

And this is why we fight.

So that tomorrow, we won’t fight tears from a heart ache that could have been avoided. 

Even now, they are wreaking havoc.

We are being killed by the very same people bound to protect us.

There has never been a better time to fight than now.

This is the time when your voice matters the most.

We’ve come too far to go back now.

So we fight with everything we have.

In words, in prayer, in protests. 

Don’t be silent.

We are at the brink of a revolution. 

End SARS Now. 

It’s more than a hashtag. 

It’s a movement. 

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The tears are back again. Thank you Oreva for another beautiful post .


    You’re welcome.


It’s now or never…

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