Before Nigeria gained independence from Britain, Ahmadu Bello, the Sarduana of Sokoto, was asked a simple question by a BBC journalist at Sandhurst.
According to a popular saying, he who do not know history is bound to repeat it. An Igbo proverb tells us that a man who does not know where the rain began to beat him cannot say where he dried his body.
if youths, enter the following code
armoury:// their voice// offense:// spoke up//
solution:// harass, arresst, massacre, trigger tribal discord
Annually, in the history of Nigeria, the above mentioned date means two different things: To Nigerians, it is a day to mark the end of a civil war that started on July 6, 1967, and ended on January 15, 1970. It is also the day Nigeria’s first bloody coup happened.
Igbo Chetaalthough the freedom sought and fought for is yet to be gained, they fought so you could be here today, igbo cheta they laid down their lives and exposed the ‘one nigeria’ lies so you could have a harmonized voice and kinsmen to back you up whenever the enemy remind you of how much […]
Today, I Remember the Victims of the Biafran War of 1967-1970.We dedicate this day to the millions of lives that were puffed into air like cigar, during the Biafran rage They said ‘time is supposed to heal us.’ But we are made sick the more on a daily, by horrid memories of the past and […]
May We Always Remember, by John Chizoba Vincent MAY WE ALWAYS REMEMBER The black cat came again. You know Grandpa told us last time that black cats especially, symbolize evil. When it came, it went towards the shrine. It looked at the tallest wooden goddess, then to the gods at the dark side of the […]
WRITE ME A POEM (VII): SHARDScontorted by wind, flawed as it is with my breedmere armatures for ice or snow,mere mortal munching incantations of gods unknown,like palm trees resolve to endure for now,the boisterous wind that caress their balls,i bend here, there, everywhere to the musical of the wind then, comes autumn, like leaves, I […]
POEM 355: NIGERIA on daily, you hurt me in ways like no one ever, cutting me deep, right into my heart on a daily, you beat me up without lifting a hand, and, you shut me up when I cry on a daily, you crush my hope and tell the world I am a stale […]
POEM 278: OGBUOHA ONE! Behold your king, Ogbuoha one!Crowned with the colour of bloodHe whose head mocks the crownwith policies that impoverishes. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one!Clutching the sacred oforHe who desecrates the throneand makes, a pebble, the rock of Aso. Behold your king, Ogbuoha one!Clad in the colour of bloodHe who silenced the Voice […]
POEM 257: OHAMADIKE (For Nnamdi Kanu)Cowards kept mum in the face of tyrannyYou didn’t.Indecisive folks played hide and seek,You didn’t.Elders ‘so called’ ate fat and belched loudly,You didn’t. The ignorant ones may condemn you and say all manner of ill about you but my pen, like a book of remembrance, shall remember youand write all […]
PYTHON DANCE after Odumegwu Ojukwuafter Chinua Achebe after Christopher Okigbo after Dele Giwaafter Kofi Awoonorafter Kwame Nkrumah after Ngugi Wa Thiong’oafter Nelson Mandela after Wole Soyinka after Leopold Senghor after Flora Nwapa I am part of this ancestry black struggle For Africa to be reckoned in the worldnot of ancient historical context of backwardness but […]
POEM 145: NIGERIA She is like a beautiful woman with an ugly heart, alluring yet difficult to love. She draws you in with kisses and knocks you out with hurtful words. She is like a candlelight glowing in a dark continent casting dancing shadows off our disunity and when she burns out burns down the […]
POEM 144: HE WON’T BEND It’s easy to tell the bereaved how not to cry when the death of his loved one is your design. It’s easy to hush the hungry kid and deny him his sweet biscuit when in your hand is that same whip that flogged his father to his grave. You tell […]
POEM 117: GREEN & RED There are two major rivers in my country: One is Niger The other is Red. There are two major colours in my country: One is Green The other is Red. There are two major flags in my country: One is Green White Green The other had a Red. – Stefn […]
POEM 92: AVERAGE IGBO BOY He saunters from map to map mapping out stratagem hoping end will meet it’s means more meat, rice, beans for friends and family, and more for you who tags him scum. But he’s an average Igbo boy. He spreads his wings out wide across ethnic divides Up North, Westward, even […]
POEM 74: CONSPIRACY OF SILENCE Welcome to Dumbland Here, we bite our tongues And chew on words Swallow them up So they don’t spill out. The taste of prejudice Is in our mouth So we chew silence And swallow the words we could’ve spoken. “Talk is cheap” they say But we cannot afford to call […]
POEM 52: ZOO Once upon a timeThere arose in the land of the Burnt FacedA man fair and madWhose rants made elders ladsAnd lads elders On the rooftop of the Queen’s CastleHis voice echoed and turbans rattleHe lamented of flesh eating cattleHe raised a flag that died in battle Once upon a time he washed […]