POIGNANT SHADOWS

POIGNANT SHADOWS

Our tears poured down from our pale swollen eyes like rainfall upon the earth.
The sufferings and agonies of the innocent children and women of Biafra will forever seek for a meaning beyond the echoes of time.
The waters of the great River Niger drunk from the blood of our slaughtered fathers and brothers will flow forever to remind generations of the bloodiest civil war in Africa.
Our mother “Africa ” sat down and watched how mothers saw their young infants die in their hands… oh she also saw the virgin blood of our maidens as they had their hymen broken; the horror in their faces, the tears that almost choked them and stolen pride forever taken away.
The corpses of our brothers gave beauty to her skin yet still Mother Africa felt no pain nor compassion for the people of Biafra.
Seasons shall come and go, life and death shall forever remain sisters but the survivors will walk the streets with this deathless debacle tattooed in their hearts waiting for time to erase the memories of the Biafra war.
We have forgotten we weren’t born with hate or to hate but learned to hate, we do not live for ourselves alone and we don’t have to feel death to find peace.
The worst prison is hate and if we all say nothing and do nothing then we are all responsible.


She is currently a student of Biochemistry department in the University of Calabar, Calabar.


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