We will remember their names!
It was past bedtime and she couldn’t sleep. Her eyes blurry but her heart was pained
As she struggled to catch some sleep, the dark thoughts of her country occupied her as she got lost in her chaotic mind….
The divide and rule system is the veil held over their faces for long!
Their unity is the only weapon they have
The flag; their only weapon of defense
the only piece of cloth that screamed their allegiance for a better Nigeria but that was their only offense
Because they refused to be enslaved in their Fatherland, they died…
They looked at their once beautiful flag and it now had patches of red.
It wasn’t from the marauding bandits or the unknown gunmen, it wasn’t from highway kidnappers that have left not even forcemen or the dreaded BokoHaram, no, the new found color was from the blood of unarmed civilians -people whose only crime was demanding the sanctity of human lives
And her country bled and still bleeds
Parents are lost
They were not enemies of state,
Yet, they walk into enemy ambush – into the deadly arms of those paid to protect them
There was no love in the heart of the city
They told them the police is their friend but do friends shoot at each other? She wondered
“Order from above”, she heard them say
What kind of a country would kill her very own future?
….they released their wild beasts to feast on country men, to bath them in their own blood, having no one but themselves as their only hope; they rob them of their future, their wealth and now, wouldn’t even let them live
The hope to live gradually eludes them
The Army are known for War, yet on the dilapidated streets of her country, she saw them advance towards the unarmed protesters
Like sheep waiting to be slaughtered, the youths stood their ground.
But they weren’t even at war
Unlike the advancing army whose only strength was Mikhail Kalashnikov’s regretted metal invention, they were armed with moral courage and loyalty to their country. Bravery.
They had no sympathy on their youths because there was never a country for them; it was only themselves and their greed
While men in green crushed countrymen like Ants, the politicians sat with legs crossed to watch them die singing this very song, they sang to power
Their hearts bled for so long and now, Even their bodies bleed
The blood of Nationals spilled, it poured and poured; on the night the disregard for the Rule of Law and sanctity of human lives was laid bare by their government.
But as martyrs for a great future
Their shivering cold lips sang their only defense and cause
“A better Nigeria for all”
As she woke up from her dream, her eyes wet with the stream of sorrows, her cheeks soaked in tears of despair, her heart heavy with grief of her country’s mysterious thirst for blood, she looked around her room in the morning colds as the rays of the sun cut sharply through her Curtains and on her bedside table lay Chinua Achebe’s work…
“THERE WAS A COUNTRY”.
2 thoughts on “Elegy to our Fallen Heroes✊✊in the fight for a better Nigeria.”
We’ve got plenty of Nigerian immigrants here in Italy and I know quite a few. It’s interesting (and rather shocking) to know what’s really going on down there
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Quite sad, our hearts has been heavied in this past weeks, because the action of our government is rather something we never saw coming and the way which the government go about denying the whole incident at the lekki toll gate even with overwhelming evidence is very shocking for us…but we keep praying and working towards a better Nigeria.
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