THE FIRST BIAFRA WAR: ISSUES AND ISSUES. A friend of mine posted a tear-evoking brief narrative of his Biafra war experience, and I have this to say: That exactly was what they did to us. I too had a glimpse of that experience. They bombed and shelled our villages, markets, hospitals, schools, churches, village-squares and homes. They murdered our fathers, raped our mothers and sisters. Slaughtered unarmed civilians and rendered many orphans and homeless. And the world watched and said nothing. Today, the same very people who did all these, in the name of bringing us back to one Nigeria is bombing and burning our markets, raping and pillaging our people for accepting to return to one Nigeria. And still the world looks on and is saying nothing. What an irony of life. The worse is that our elders and leaders are pretending nothing is going on. If, and only if, tomorrow the youths of Igboland decide to take their fate into their hands, some elderless elders and leadless leaders will appear from the cracks of the walls where they are hiding to disown them. Igbo use to say, Onye choro igbo ogu, bidokwa na nrurita aka. Whoever wants to separate a fight, should begin at the quarrelling stage. I have cried and cried, and cracked my throat hoax, calling on all peace-loving people to join me in advising the Federal Government to respect the UN and African Union charter on the right to self-determination of indigenous people and apply peaceful means of solving the Igbo question in Nigeria to avoid another cataclysm and bloody conflict as the storm gathers, without success. I am once again calling for the stoppage of this election and the reconvening of the Sovereign National Conference to fashion out some peaceful but democratic solutions to some fundamental problems facing this country before it will be too late. The sky is cloudy. The air is thick. The weather is uncertain. The future is frightful. The terrain is risky. Please, can somebody out there hear me? My voice is getting dimmer and dimmer every day. We are already at a zero-hour. This kettle is ready to burst. Echi di ime, onye ma ihe oga amu? Tomorrow is pregnant. Who knows what it will beget? To be fore-warned, is to be fore-armed. We stoop to conquer.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 10:34:27 +0000
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