In a hotel room, 303, he was found
With a woman named Miriam, his presence profound
A false name registered, his true self concealed
Nnamdi Kanu, a man with secrets revealed
He admitted to founding ESN, a network strong
Financially supporting it, his influence long
A sit-at-home directive, he issued with might
Threatening those who didn’t comply, a fearful sight
Ikonso’s burial, with human heads so dear
2,000 demanded, 30 obtained, a gruesome fear
Human flesh consumed, for spiritual strength they claimed
A twisted belief, in darkness they were tamed
Radio Biafra broadcasted, without a license to hold
His voice reached far, with messages bold
Incitements linked to deaths, police officers fell
128 lost, 167 stations destroyed, a trail to tell
Army personnel killed, over 30 lives lost
His words sparked violence, a trail of frost
“People will die, the world will stand still” he said
An act of terrorism, the court declared ahead
BPP DG warns officers against procurements without approved plans
He sought delay, a fair hearing he claimed
But medical tests confirmed, he was fit to be named
The manner of his return, from Kenya’s shore
Did not invalidate, the trial to explore
No authority to enforce, a sit-at-home order true
Only the President, such power can imbue
The court urged him, to present his defense fair
But he refused, and instead, a warning did declare
“God will punish you,” he said with a tone so cold
A threat or prophecy, the court did not unfold
The trial continued, with justice in its sight
Nnamdi Kanu’s fate, hanging in the balance tonight.
■ Erasmus Ikhide contributed this poem via: ikhideluckyerasmus@gmail.com.
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