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Tuesday, 14 June 2016


Blood flowing from a dead Biafran killed by #TyrantBuhari
"Never Allow Igbos Rule Again"
The untold secret of the acronym "Naira"
Signed into currency to further again
Humiliate a people so undeservedly humiliated
With scourges of death, rape of the pregnant
Confiscation of property, motivated
By a flaring desire to stagger and halt
The struggle of a people and their disposition
Towards self-rehabilitation

My ascendance to the presidency
A dream killed before it is dreamed
A pact signed into currency
A pact christened "Naira"
Alienates a people from forced nationhood
The pact that forebears the death of Nigeria
The pact that murdered my dream

I am dead, but my spirit awakes
And with it awakes a desire
The desire to fight for my identity
A desire that burns like fire
Scorching through an automated hostility
Unto our forgotten selves
Unto the fire that was dreamed of
Lying waste in the graves
The desire to die for Biafra

Biafra! Biafra! Biafra!
A nomenclature that chokes Nigeria
A nomenclature that breeds fears and hostility
A nomenclature that is ordained to be
A nomenclature that holds the rain for posterity
A nomenclature that forebears the birth of my dream
A nomenclature that gives meaning to my being
A nomenclature that defines me as supreme

My technological ascendancy
A dream aborted
Aborted by a treaty immortalized by currency
Through the midwifery of "Naira" pact
Edicts and commandments
Policies and appointments
Gradual erosion of developmental trends
Through systematic denials
Denials of the basics and rights
Denials of right to self

I will stand against inhumanities
And wage war against notorious principalities
Against the marauding troops
The robbers, the bombers, the Dracula
The blood thirsty snipers and Islamic vampires
Government commissioned executioners
Licensed exterminators and the villains
The marauding annihilators
Massacring me, the quarry

I will fight to the last drop of my blood
I will fight for my right to breathe
I will dam this sweeping flood
The flood of Biafran blood
Flowing across the shores of Yola
To the Madugri basin
Eroding the soils of Kaduna
The Yobe gardens and Kano farms
Through the glazed gates of Abuja
Unto the filthy altar of the mosque
My flesh fertilizes the soil
And my blood waters the plants
So it has been for ages
No more shall it be

Kill me now for the last time
And let my blood buy posterity
Quench my breath before my prime
And let my death signify a new birth
The birth of an identity

The rebirth of a dead dream.

By Nelson Ofokar Yagazie
Published by Chinwe Korie

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