It is disheartening that things are turning out the way they are in Iran. As a Nigerian, June 12 is a rather significant day for me. On that date, an election was held in 1993 and the president elect, Bashorun MKO Abiola was denied a chance of becoming president after winning what is said to be the 'freest and fairest election' in the history of the country.
Doubtlessly, that date opened the door to some of the biggest evils that has happened in the history of our nation Nigeria. It is 16 years since that election.
Now Iran is opening its own chapter on June 12, and unfolding a familiar picture - perhaps more gory. With much more carnage! There have been so much pictures, words and videos on the total disregard for human rights in that country. It is reaching a height with the release of Neda Soltani’s video on U-tube, and many are adding their voice to the cry that peace should reign. Wherever you are, please add your voice to that of many across the globe. Let the voice of the people be heard in Iran!
Neda (For the 26 –year-old woman shot in Tehran)
June 12 story many agreed Needed truth without enhancement Across Iran folks were demanding That truth be told without rebranding
Men and women with minds like ember Walked the streets angered and slivered Lives were dropping and pain a-rhyming The nation’s heat burning and scalding The people’s conscience played as poker With Faith’s marauding as the achievement For stopping music and words on every lip
But she - Neda of this nation called Iran Cast her face and signed the notation: The elegy of a nation in dementia
Her silence gave voice to a mute nation When some crass ass lacking understanding Of what it meant to push for aspiration Pumped objection from a-heating Neda Straight into her heart consuming silence Neda became a word on every lip
Neda Voice Neda Speak Neda Talk Neda. Neda. Neda
Her face Dripping with ire misdirected Bloody words pumped out of her face
Now they who seized the communal song Will dance to the tune of mass confrontation
Neda they had shot thinking nada! But posterity took to recollecting So Nada will leave Iran in grief position
Last cries from a stilling voice: “I’m burning. I’m burning” This inferno in my nation “I’m burning. I’m burning” This anger in my people “I’m burning. I’m burning” This words lying unspoken “I’m burning. I’m burning” This world is slippppp…ing awa…y
“I’m burning. I’m burning” She lay burning….
Nada: how life’s string so thin could snap Killing the pace of a face that’s waning
Neda said; “I’m burning. I’m burning” Her last words saying everything we ignore.
“Jumoke Verissimo’s poetic voice is imbued with a consciousness of African history and an awareness of the socio-economic realities of modern Nigeria with its legacy of colonial plunder, its pathetic attempts at self-governance and the brutality of its military dictatorships. she balances the despair she sees all around her with a degree of stubborn hope and an enchanting lyricism which echoes the style of oral African poetry.” - Funso Aiyejina (Critic, Poet and Professor of Comparative Literature)