Hahaha they said that there is nothing like spiritual manipulation that it is all in the head. I have seen somethings unexplainable in real life. Science have not come up with any reasonable explanation for them. Each part of the world have a different way of developing themselves. I have once study a course called comparative administration.
It teaches that no matter how beautiful and efficiency the administration of other nations may seen to be that it doesn’t mean that it wil work perfectly in other climes. After my experience in disappearing and appearing with one old man from Ondo, i concluded that we allowed ourselves to be fooled and underdeveloped. This man was able to teleport us from Delta state to his sitting room in Ondo and teleported me back right into my bedroom while my partner was teleported to his place. My people called it evil. They said we can’t use what we have to develop ourselves. They argued that those who created aeroplanes didn’t use their spiritual powers to do it but we are here doing all kind of primitive practice and expect the new generation to buy into it. Why won’t they call it primitive practice if they didn’t understand that nke fa ji ka (that what they have is more advanced and beautiful than the one they are seeing now).
Can we keep records of those who have died through all kind of transportation accident? How many minutes did they think that it will take the fastest jet to travel from Delta State to Ondo state? This man transported us from Delta to Ondo and from Ondo to our destinations within seconds and we say is primitive practices. What would have happened if the younger generation learned this practice and put it in good use. Which of the scientific technology can beat these mode of traveling? What would have happened if we invested just a quarter of the money we use in procuring bulletroof vest in developing our own odeshi?
Review the operations of local vigilantes in south east and south west, they hardly wear bullet proof when they have a face off with arm robbers yet you will see them fight bravely even with Dane guns and matchets against those with AKs. Do you know that kidnappers and arm robbers fear local vigilantees more than our police? These vigilantees mostly make use of odeshi than bulletproof. Let not go into health sector, Do you know that there are some ailments that medical doctors can’t treat but refers you to the indigenous herbalists? 
What of construction sector? Our engineers built towers even before the white man start even conceiving the idea of mongo parking themselves into Africa in search of food. Did you know that we have been plying on waters before they brought their Jesus’s ship. If we hadn’t allowed ourselves to be distorted, we wouldn’t have been the dumping ground for all these inferior materials in our back yard. Let us close borders and look inward to develop according to our clime. ~Anyaka Obinna
Biafra’s forgotten children
Biafra: A People Betrayed by Kurt Vonnegut
From Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons, 1979
THERE is a “Kingdom of Biafra” on some old maps which were made by early white explorers of the west coast of Africa. Nobody is now sure what that kingdom was, what its laws and arts and tools were like. No tales survive of the kings and queens.
As for the “Republic of Biafra” we know a great deal. It was a nation with more citizens than Ireland and Norway combined. It proclaimed itself an independent republic on May 30, 1967. On January 17 of 1970, it surrendered unconditionally to Nigeria, the nation from which it had tried to secede. It had few friends in this world, and among its active enemies were Russia and Great Britain. Its enemies were pleased to call it a “tribe.”
Some tribe.
The Biafrans were mainly Christians and they spoke English melodiously, and their economy was this one: small-town free enterprise. The worthless Biafran currency was gravely honored to the end.
The tune of Biafra’s national anthem was Finlandia, by Jan Sibelius. The equatorial Biafrans admired the arctic Finns because the Finns won and kept their freedom in spite of ghastly odds.
Biafra lost its freedom, of course, and I was in the middle of it as all its fronts were collapsing. I flew in from Gabon on the night of January 3, with bags of corn, beans, and powdered milk, aboard a blacked out DC6 chartered by Caritas, the Roman Catholic relief organization. I flew out six nights later on an empty DC4 chartered by the French Red Cross. It was the last plane to leave Biafra that was not fired upon.
While in Biafra, I saw a play which expressed the spiritual condition of the Biafrans at the end. It was set in ancient times, in the home of a medicine man. The moon had not been seen for many months, and the crops had failed. There was nothing to eat anymore. A sacrifice was made to a goddess of fertility, and the sacrifice was refused. The goddess gave the reason: The people were not sufficiently unselfish and brave.
Before the drama began, the national anthem was played on an ancient marimba. It seems likely that similar marimbas were heard in the court of the Kingdom of Biafra. The black man who played the marimba was naked to the waist. He squatted on the stage. He was a composer. He also held a doctor’s degree from the London School of Economics.
Some tribe.
I went to Biafra with another novelist, my old friend Vance Bourjaily, and with Miss Miriam Reik, who would be our guide. She was head of a pro-Biafran committee that had already flown several American writers into Biafra. She would pay our way.
I met her for the first time at Kennedy Airport. We were about to take off for Paris together. It was New Year’s Day. I bought her a drink, though she protested that her committee should pay, and I learned that she had a doctor’s degree in English literature. She was also a pianist and a daughter of Theodor Reik, the famous psychoanalyst.
Her father had died three days before.
I told Miriam how sorry I was about her father, said how much I’d liked the one book of his I had read, which was Listening with the Third Ear.
He was a gentle Jew, who got out of Austria while the getting was good. Another well-known book of his was Masochism in Modern Man.
And I asked her to tell me more about her committee, whose beneficiary I was, and she confessed that she was it: It was a committee of one. She is a tall, good-looking woman, by the way, thirty-two years old. She said she founded her own committee because she grew sick of other American organizations that were helping Biafra. Those organizations teemed with people ‘who were kinky with guilt’, she said. They were trying to dump some of that guilt by being maudlinly charitable. As for herself; she said, it was the greatness of the Biafran people, not their pitifulness that turned her on.
She hoped the Biafrans would get more weapons from somebody, the very latest in killing machines. She was going into Biafra for the third time in a year. She wasn’t afraid of anything. Some committee.
I admire Miriam, though I am not grateful for the trip she gave me. It was like a free trip to Auschwitz when the ovens were still going full blast. I now feel lousy all the time.
I will follow Miriam’s example as best I can. My main aim will not be to move readers to voluptuous tears with tales about innocent black children dying like flies, about rape and looting and murder and all that. I will tell instead about an admirable nation that lived for less than three years.
De mortuis nil nisi bonum. Say nothing but good of the dead.
I asked a Biafran how long his nation had existed so far, and he replied, “Three Christmases, and a little bit more.” He wasn’t a hungry baby. He was a hungry man. He was a living skeleton, but he walked like a man.
Miriam Reik and I picked up Vance Bouijaily in Paris, and we flew down to Gabon and then into Biafra. The only way to get into Biafra was at night by air. There were only eight passenger seats at the rear of the cabin. The rest of the cabin was heaped with bags of food. The food was from America.
We flew over water, there were Russian trawlers below. They were monitoring every plane that came into Biafra. The Russians were helpful in a lot of ways: They gave the Nigerians Ilyushin bombers and MIGs and heavy artillery. And the British gave the Nigerians artillery too and advisers, and tanks and armored cars, and machine guns and mortars and all that, and endless ammunition.
America was neutral.
When we got close to the one remaining Biafran airport, which was a stretch of highway, its lights came on. It was a secret. Its lights resembled two rows of glowworms. The moment our wheels touched the runway, the runway lights went out and our plane’s headlights came on. Our plane slowed down, pulled off the runway, killed its lights, and then everything was pitch black again. There were only two white faces in the crowd around our plane. One was a Holy Ghost Father. The other was a doctor from the French Red Cross. The doctor ran a hospital for the children who were suffering from kwashiorkor, the pitiful children who had no protein.
Father.
Doctor.
As I write, Nigeria has arrested all the Holy Ghost Fathers, who stayed to the end with their people in Biafra.
The priests were mostly Irishmen. They were beloved. Whenever they built a church, they also built a school. Children and simple men and women thought all white men were priests, so they would often beam at Vance or me and say, “Hello, Father.” The Fathers are now being deported forever. Their crime: compassion in time of war. We were taken to the Frenchman’s hospital the next morning, in a chauffeur-driven Peugeot. The name of the village itself sounded like the wail of a child: AwoOmama.
I said to an educated Biafran, “Americans may not know much about Biafra, but they know about the children.”‘ We’re grateful,” he replied, “but I wish they knew more than that. They think we’re a dying nation. We aren’t. We’re an energetic, modern nation that is being born! We have doctors. We have hospitals. We have public-health programs. If we have so much sickness, it is because our enemies have designed every diplomatic and military move with one end in mind — that we starve to death.”
About kwashiorkor: It is a rare disease, caused by a lack of protein. Its cure has been easy, until the blockading of Biafra.
The worst sufferers there were the children of refugees, driven from their homes, then driven off the roads and into the bush by MIGs and armored columns. The Biafrans weren’t jungle people. They were village people—farmers and professionals and clerks and businessmen. They had no weapons to hunt with. Back in the bush, they fed their children whatever roots and fruit they were lucky enough to find. At the end, a very common diet was water and thin air. So the children came down with kwashiorkor, no longer a rare disease. The child’s hair turned red. His skin split like the skin of a ripe tomato. His rectum protruded. His arms and legs were like lollipop sticks.
Vance and Miriam and I waded through shoals of children like those at Awo-Omama. We discovered that if we let our hands dangle down among the children, a child would grasp each finger or thumb—five children to a hand. A finger from a stranger, miraculously, would allow a child to stop crying for a while.
A MIG came over, fired a few rounds, didn’t hit anything this time, though the hospital had been hit often before. Our guide guessed that the pilot was an Egyptian or an East German.
I asked a Biafran nurse what sort of supplies the hospital was most in need of.
Her answer: “Food.”
Biafra had a George Washington — for three Christmases and a little bit more. He was and is Odumegwu Ojukwu. Like George Washington, General Ojukwu was one of the most prosperous men of his place and time. He was a graduate of Sandhurst, Britain’s West Point. The three of us spent an hour with him. He shook our hands at the end. He thanked us for coming. “If we go forward, we die,” he said. “If we go backward, we die. So we go forward.” He was ten years younger than Vance and me. I found him perfectly enchanting. Many people mock him now. They think he should have died with his troops.
Maybe so.
If he had died, he would have been one more corpse in millions.
He was a calm, heavy man when we met him. He chainsmoked. Cigarettes were worth a blue million in Biafra. He wore a camouflage jacket, though he was sitting in a cool living room in a velveteen easy chair. “I should warn you,” he said, “we are in range of their artillery.” His humor was gallows humor, since everything was falling apart around his charisma and air of quiet confidence. His humor was superb. Later, when we met his second-in-command, General Philip Effiong, he, too, turned out to be a gallows humorist. Vance said this: “Effiong should be the Number two man. He’s the second funniest man in Biafra.”
Jokes.
Miriam was annoyed by my conversation at one point, and she said scornfully, “You won’t open your mouth unless you can make a joke.” It was true. Joking was my response to misery I couldn’t do anything about. The jokes of Ojukwu and Effiong had to do with the crime for which the Biafrans were being punished so hideously by so many nations. The crime: They were attempting to become a nation themselves. “They call us a dot on the map,” said General Ojukwu, “and nobody’s sure quite where.” Inside that dot were 700 lawyers, 500 physicians, 300 engineers, 8 million poets, 2 novelists of the first rank, and God only knows what else — about one-third of all the black intellectuals in Africa. Some dot. Those intellectuals had once fanned out all over Nigeria, where they had been envied and lynched and massacred. So they retreated to their homeland, to the dot. The dot has now vanished. Hey, presto.
When we met General Ojukwu, his soldiers were going into battle with thirty-five rounds of rifle ammunition. There was no more where that came from. For weeks before that, they had been living on one cup of gari a day. The recipe for gari is this: Add water to pulverized cassava root. Now the soldiers didn’t even have gari anymore. General Ojukwu described a typical Nigerian attack for us: “They pound a position with artillery for twenty-four hours, then they send forward one armored car. If anybody shoots at it, it retreats, and another twenty-four hours of bombardment begins. When the infantry moves forward, they drive a screen of refugees before them.”
We asked him what was becoming of the refugees now in Nigerian hands. He had no jokes on this subject. He said leadenly that the men, women, and children were formed into three groups, which were led away separately. “Your guess is as good as mine,” he said, “as to what happens after that,” and he paused. Then he finished the sentence: “To the men and the women and the children.” We were given private rooms and baths in what had been a teachers’ college in Owerri, the capital of Biafra. The town had been captured by the Nigerians, and then, in the one great Biafran victory of the war, recaptured by the Biafrans. We were taken to a training camp near Owerri. The soldiers had no live ammunition. In mock attacks, the riflemen shouted, “Bang!” The machine gunners shouted, “Bup-bup-bup!”And the officer who showed us around, also a graduate of Sandhurst, said, “There wouldn’t be all this fuss, you know, if it weren’t for the petroleum.” He was speaking of the vast oil field beneath our feet. We asked him who owned the oil, and I expected him to say ringingly that it was the property of the Biafran people now. But he didn’t.
“We never nationalized it,” he said. “It still belongs to British Petroleum and Shell.” He wasn’t bitter. I never met a bitter Biafran. General Ojukwu gave us a clue, I think, as to why the Biafrans were able to endure so much so long without bitterness: They all had the emotional and spiritual strength that an enormous family can give. We asked the general to tell us about his family, and he answered that it was three thousand members strong. He knew every member of it by face, by name, and by reputation. A more typical Biafran family might consist of a few hundred souls. And there were no orphanages, no old people’s homes, no public charities and, early in the war, there weren’t even schemes for taking care of refugees. The families took care of their own, perfectly naturally. The families were rooted in land. There was no Biafran so poor that he did not own a garden.
Lovely.
Families met often, men and women alike, to vote on family matters. When war came, there was no conscription. The families decided who should go. In happier times, the families voted on who should go to college to study what and where. Then everybody chipped in for clothes and transportation and tuition. The first person from the area to be sponsored by his family all the way through graduate school was a physician, who received his doctor’s degree in 1938. Thus began a mania for higher education of all kinds. This mania probably did more to doom the Biafrans than any quantity of petroleum. When Nigeria became a nation in 1960, formed from two British colonies, Biafra was part of it—-and Biafrans got the best jobs in industry and the civil service and the hospitals and the schools, because they were so well educated. They were hated for that—perfectly naturally. It was peaceful in Owerri at first. It took us a few days to catch on: Not only Owerri but all of Biafra was about to fall. Even as we arrived, government offices nearby were preparing to move. I learned something: Capitals can fall almost silently. Nobody warned us. Everybody we talked to smiled. And the smile we saw most frequently belonged to Dr. B. N. Unachukwu, the chief of protocol in the Ministry of Affairs. Think of that: Biafra was so poor in allies at the end that the chief of protocol had nothing better to do than woo two novelists and an English teacher, He made lists of appointments we had with ministers and writers and educators and so on. He sent around a car each morning, with a chauffeur and guide. And then we caught on: His smile and everybody’s smile was becoming slightly sicker with each passing day. On our fifth day in Biafra, there was no Dr. Unachukwu, no chauffeur, and no guide.
We waited and waited on our porches. Chinua Achebe, the young novelist, came by. We asked him if he had any news. He said he didn’t listen to news anymore. He didn’t smile. He seemed to be listening to something melancholy and maybe beautiful, far far away. I had a novel of his, Things Fall Apart He autographed it for me. “I would invite you to my house,” he said, “but we don’t have anything.” A truck went by, loaded with office furniture. All the trucks had names painted on their sides. The name of that one was Slow to Anger. “There must be some news,” I insisted.
“News?” he echoed. He thought. Then he said dreamily, “They have just found a mass grave outside the prison wall.” There had been a rumor, he explained, that the Nigerians had shot a lot of civilians while they’d held Owerri. Now the graves had been found. “Graves,” said Chinua Achebe. He found them uninteresting.
“What are you writing now?” said Miriam.
“Writing?” he said. It was obvious that he wasn’t writing anything, that he was simply waiting for the end. “A dirge in Ibo,” he said. Ibo was his native tongue.
An extraordinarily pretty girl named Rosemary Egonsu Ezirim came over to introduce herself. She was a zoologist. She had been working on a project that hoped to turn the streams into fish hatcheries. “The project has been suspended temporarily,” she said, “so I am writing poems.”
“All projects have been suspended temporarily,” said Chinua, “so we are all writing poems.”
Leonard Hall, of the Manchester Guardian, stopped by. He said, “You know, the closest parallel to what Biafra is going through was the Jews in the Warsaw ghetto.” He was right. The Jews of Warsaw understood that they were going to get killed, no matter what they did, so they died fighting.
The Biafrans kept telling the outside world that Nigeria wanted to kill them all, but the outside world was unimpressed.
“It’s hard to prove genocide,” said Hall. “If some Biafrans survive, then genocide hasn’t been committed. If no Biafrans survive, who will complain?”
A male refugee came up to us, rubbed his belly with one hand, begged with the other. He rolled his eyes.
“No chop,” we said. That meant, “No food.” That was what one said to beggars. Then a healthy girl offered us a quart of honey for three pounds., As I’ve already said, the economy was free enterprise to the end.
It was a lazy day.
We asked Rosemary about a round, bright-orange button she was wearing. “Daughters of Biafra,” it said. “Wake! March!” In the middle was a picture of a rifle.
Rosemary explained that Daughters of Biafra supported the troops in various ways, comforted the wounded, and practiced guerrilla warfare. “We go up into the front lines when we can,” she said. “We bring the men small presents. If they haven’t been doing well, we scold them, and they promise to do better. We tell them that they will know when things are really bad, because the women will come into the trenches to fight. Women are much stronger and braver than men.”
Maybe so.
“Chinua, what can we send you when we get back home?” said Vance.
And Chinua said, “Books.”
“Rosemary,” I said, “where do you live?”
“In a dormitory room not far from here. Would you like to see it?” she said.
So Vance and I walked over there with her, to stretch our legs. On the way, we marveled at a squash court built of cement block—built, no doubt, in colonial times. It had been turned into a Swiss cheese by armor-piercing cannon shells. There was a naked child in the doorway, and her hair was red. She seemed very sleepy, and the light hurt her eyes.
“Hello, Father,” she said.
All of Owerri seemed out for a walk on either side of the street in single file. The files moved in opposite directions and circulated about the town. There was no place in particular for most of us to go. We were simply the restless center of the dot on the map called Biafra, and the dot, was growing smaller all the time.
We strolled past a row of neat bungalows. Civil servants lived there. Each house had a car out front, a VW, an Opel, a Peugeot.
There was plenty of gasoline, because the Biafrans had built cunning refineries in the bush. There weren’t many storage batteries, though. Most private cars had to be started by pushing.
Outside one bungalow was an Opel station wagon with its back full of parcels and with a bed and a baby carriage tied on top. The man of the house was testing the knots he’d tied, while his wife stood by with the baby in her arms. They were going on a family trip to nowhere. We gave them a push.
A soldier awarded Vance and me a salute and a dazzling smile. “Comment ça pa?” he said. He supposed we were Frenchmen. He liked us for that. France had slipped a few weapons to Biafra. So had Rhodesia and South Africa, and so had Israel, I suspect.
“We will accept help from anyone,” General Ojukwu told us, “no matter what their reasons are for giving it. Wouldn’t you?”
Rosemary lived in a twelve-by-twelve dormitory room with her five younger brothers and sisters, who had come to see her over the Christmas holidays. Rosemary and her seventeen-year-old sister had the bed. The rest slept on mats on the floor, and everybody was having an awfully good time.
There was plenty to eat. There were about twenty pounds of yams piled on the windowsill. There was a quart of palm oil for frying yams. Palm oil, incidentally, was one of two commodities that had induced white men to colonize the area so long ago. The other commodity was even more valuable than palm oil. It was human slaves.
Think of that: slaves.
We asked Rosemary’s sister how long it took her to fix her hair and whether she could do it without assistance. She had about fourteen pigtails sticking straight out from her head. Not only that, but her scalp was crisscrossed by bare strips, which formed diamonds—strips around the hair in the pigtails. Her head was splendidly complicated, like a Russian Easter egg.
“Oh, no, I could never do it alone,” she said. Her relatives did it for her every morning. It took them an hour, she said.
Relatives.
She was an innocent, pretty dumpling in a metropolis for the first time. Her village hadn’t been overrun yet. Her big, cozy family hadn’t been scattered to the winds. There were peace and plenty there.
“I think we must be the luckiest people in Biafra,” she said.
Rosemary’s sister still had her baby fat.
And now, as I write, I hear from my radio that there was a lot of raping when the Nigerian army came through, that one woman who resisted was drenched with gasoline and then set on fire.
I have cried only once about Biafra. I did it three days after I got home, at two o’clock in the morning. I made grotesque little barking sounds for about a minute and a half, and that was that.
Miriam tells me that she hasn’t cried yet. She’s tough about the ways of the world.
Vance cried at least once, while we were still in Biafra. When little children took hold of his fingers and stopped crying, Vance burst into tears.
Wounded soldiers were living in Rosemary’s dormitory, too. As I left her room, I tripped on her doorsill, and a wounded soldier in the corridor said brightly, “Sorry, sah” This was a form of politeness I had never encountered outside Biafra. Whenever I did something clumsy or unlucky, a Biafran was sure to say that: “Sorry, sah!” He would be genuinely sorry. He was on my side, and against a bloody trapped universe.
Vance came into the corridor, dropped the lens cap of his camera. “Sorry, sah! said the soldier again, We asked him if life has been terrible at the front. “Yes, sah!”he said. “But you remind yourself that you are a brave Biafran soldier, sah, and you stay.”
A dinner party was given in our honor that night by Dr. Ifegwu Eke, the commissioner for education, and his wife. They had been married four days. He had a doctor’s degree from Harvard. She had a doctor’s degree from Columbia. There were five other guests. They all had doctor’ degrees. We were inside a bungalow. The draperies were drawn.
There was a Danish modern sideboard on which primitive African carvings were displayed. There was a stereo phonic phonograph as big as a boxcar. It was playing the music of Mantovani. One of the syrupy melodies, remember, was “Born Free.”
There were canapes. There was a sip of brandy to loosen our tongues. There was a buffet dinner, which included bits of meat from a small native antelope. It was dreadful in the way so many parties are dreadful: Everybody talked about everything except what was really on his mind.
The guest to my right was Dr. S. I. S. Cookey, who had taken his degree at Oxford and who was now provincial administrator for Opobo Province. He was exhausted. His eyes were red. Opobo Province had fallen to the Nigerians months ago. Others were chatting prettily, so I ransacked my mind for items that might encourage Dr. Cookey and me to bubble, too. But all I could think of were gruesome realities of the most immediate sort. It occurred to me to ask him, for instance, if there was a chance that one thing that had killed so many Biafrans was the arrogance of Biafra’s intellectuals. My mind was eager to ask him, too, if I had been a fool to be charmed by General Ojukwu. Was he yet another great leader who would never surrender, who became holier and more radiant as his people died for him?
So I turned to cement. I remained cement through the rest of the evening, and so did Dr. Cookey; Vance and Miriam and I had a drink in Miriam’s room after the party. Owerri’s diesel generator had gone off for the night, so we lit a candle.
Miriam commented on my behavior at the party.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t come to Biafra for canapes.
What did we eat in Biafra? As guests of the government, we had meat and yams and soups and fruit. It was embarrassing. Whenever we told a cadaverous beggar “No chop,” it wasn’t really true. We had plenty of chop, but it was all m our bellies. There was a knock on Miriam’s door that night. Three men came in. We were astonished. One of them was General Philip Effiong, the second funniest man in Biafra. He had a tremblingly devoted aide with him, who saluted him ten times a minute, though the general begged him not to. The third man was a suave and dapper civilian in white pants and sandals and a crimson dashiki. He was Mike Ikenze, personal press secretary to General Ojukwu.
The young general was boisterous, wry, swashbuckling, high as a kite on incredibly awful news from the fronts. Why did he come to see us? Here is my guess: He couldn’t tell his own people how bad things were, and he had somebody. We were the only foreigners around. He talked for three hours. The Nigerians had broken through everywhere. They were fanning out fast, slicing the Biafran dot into dozens of littler ones. Inside some of these littler dots, hiding in the bush, were tens of sands of Biafrans who had not eaten anything for weeks and more. What had become of the brave Biafran soldiers? They were woozy with hunger. They were palsied by shock. They had left their holes. They were wandering.
General Effiong threw up his hands. “It’s over!” he cried, and he gave a laugh that was ghoulish and broken.
He was wrong, of course. The world is about as un-shockable as a self-sealing gas tank.
We didn’t hear guns until the next afternoon. At five o’clock sharp there were four quick peals of thunder to the south. The thunder was manmade. No shells came our way.
The birds stopped talking. Five minutes went by, and they began talking again.’
The government offices were all empty. So were the bungalows. We were waiting for Dr. Unachukwu to take us to Uli Airport, the only way out. The common people had stayed to the last, buying and selling and begging— doing each other’s hair.
They, too, stopped talking when they heard the guns. We could see many of them from our porches. They did not start talking again. They gathered together their property, which they put on their heads. They walked out of Owerri wordlessly, away from the guns.
Dr. Unachukwu, our official host, did not come, and did not call. It was spooky in Owerri. We were now the only people there. We didn’t hear the guns again. Their words to the wise were sufficient.
Owerri’s diesel generator was still running. That was another thing I learned about a city falling silently: To fool the enemy for a little while, you leave the lights on.
Dr. Unachukwu came. He was frantic to be on his way, but he smiled and smiled. He was at the wheel of his own Mercedes. The back of it was crammed with boxes and suitcases. On top of the freight lay his eight year-old son.
I have written all this quickly. I find that I have betrayed my promise to speak of the greatness rather than the pitifulness of the Biafran people. I have mourned the children copiously. I have told of a woman who was drenched in gasoline.
As for national greatness: It is probably true that all nations are great and even holy at the time of death.
The Biafrans had never fought before. They fought well this time. They will never fight again.
They will never play Finlandia on an ancient marimba again.
Peace.
My neighbors ask me what they can do for Biafra at this late date, or what they should have done for Biafra at some earlier date.
I tell them this: “Nothing. It was and is an internal Nigerian matter, which you can merely deplore.”
Some wonder whether they, in order to be up to date, should hate Nigerians now.
I tell them, “no.”
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Traditional Nwokedi challenges,saying love brakes away because the flower you give love died in a week,so the love begin to die later.
Traditional Nwokedi said that If you married a Woman from Nanka ,She will come to your house with Ogilisi tree and plant it there,and If you realy love Her she must have control of your Place,,
Traditional Nwokedi said that I prefer to give you Oha Tree,Ogilisi tree,Mango Tree,Avacado Tree,Goava Tree,etc to plant in your House of in my House,so as they grows in seasons bears fruits so the love will grows in season and bears fruits,do not think that I did not love you,because I have never gives you flower,but I have another ways of thinking memory,thank you.like and share if you support.
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The soup is done.
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Nothing like election out side 
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THE EFFECTIVE USE OF THE IGBO SECOND PERSON SINGULAR PRONOUNS: /Ị/ and /Gị/ TO FORM MEANINGFUL/GRAMMATICAL CONSTRUCTIONS. WHAT YOU SHOULD LEARN NOW.
By
Okoro Mark Ogbonnaya (Maazị Ogbonnaya)
We are still discussing rules for writing standard Igbo. I noticed through my research that a large number of Igbo native speakers find it so difficult to place the second person singular pronouns /ị/ and /gị/ in their rightful positions in a sentence (written or spoken).
Being a native speaker of Igbo is not enough to justify one’s Igbo grammatical and communicative competence. You cannot speak English formally anyhow you wish, be you an English native speaker or non-native speaker. The same thing goes for Igbo. You cannot speak or write it anyhow you wish. The following sentences have something to tell us regarding this:
*Nye m mmiri ka m taa
* Nye m mmanya ka m rie
* Nye m nri ka m ńụọ
You will agree with me that when you make the above sentences, the grandmother in your village who didn’t attend any formal education will call you a mad man. Formal education has nothing to do with one’s language. The point I want to make. Some always say: “because Maazi is an Igbo linguist that is why he always want to shove the rules they formed in school down one’s throat”. Which rules? Just go to the village and tell an elderly person, “nye m akara ka m ńụọ”, you will be ostracised and tagged a mad man. The rules are linguistically genetic. The truth is that the aforementioned expressions are morphologically and syntactically correct but semantically and grammatically wrong. Even the speaker will spit on his face for committing such grammatical blunder. What point am I making?
You cannot speak or write Igbo anyhow you wish. It is a rule-based language. Being an Igbo is not enough.
Coming to the topic of today, /ị/ and /gị/ have the same grammatical function but their usage differs. Both are used to refer to the second person singular pronoun. But they cannot be used interchangeably. Let us see the rules:
FIRST RULE:
“Ị” cannot end a sentence in Igbo or appear in the middle of a sentence (except in some conditions) to function as second person singular pronoun. Eg:
* Nwanne ị ahụ na-abịa
* Ndị ahụ niile bụ ndị be ị
These sentences are constructively wrong.
SECOND RULE: (conditions under which “ị” comes in the middle)
“ị” appears in the middle of a sentence when an auxiliary verb comes after it. Eg:
*Mgbe ị na-abịa
*Oge ahụ ị na-agba egwu
*Ọ kwa ị ga-agba ọsọ?
“na” and “ga” that come after “ị” are all auxiliary verbs in the context.
Another condition is when a complete verb comes after “ị” eg:
*Mgbe ị nyụrụ nsị
* Oge ahụ ị tara anụ
* Ọ kwa ị kọrọ ọnụ?
THIRD RULE:
“ị” functioning as the second person singular pronoun generally appears in the initial stage of a sentence. Eg:
*ị ga-anwụ
* ị ga-ata ahụhụ
* ị na-achị ọchị ka ewu a na-ahụ n’ọkụ
* ị jọrọ njọ ka udele isi nkwọcha.
In these sentences if you initialise them with “ga”, you will notice that their underlined grammatical ingredients have been zapped. While though, some dialects of Igbo use “ị” and “gị” as regard to these cited examples, interchangeably. But this piece of research is focusing on the standard Igbo.
FOURTH RULE:
“gị” is used in the beginning, middle and the end of Igbo sentence depending on the grammatical rules it play.
Before “gị” initialise a sentence there must be a connection between the person you are addressing and another party. Eg:
*Gị na nwanne gị na-agba mbọ
*Gị na nwoke ahụ na-akọ ọnụ
* Gị na nwagbọghọ ahụ na-ayị.
No dialect of Igbo initialise these sentences with “ị”. Impossible. Rather you will get variations like: “gụ”, “ge”, “gọ” etc. If you doubt this, name the dialect.
When “gị” appears in the middle of a sentence. Eg:
*Nwanne gị ahụ bụ atụrụ
* Anụrụ m na ọ bụ gị nyụrụ nsị ahụ
* I zuzuchaa uche gị apịawa gị ụtarị.
When “gị” appears in the end of a sentence. Eg:
* O nweghị ihe m ga-eme gị
* Onye ga-anyụ gị anya bụ nwunye gị
* Ihe ga-eme gị ka ga-eme gị.
From our today’s discussion borne out of my personal rigorous research, I come up with these challenging rules of writing and speaking Igbo as regard to the second person singular pronoun. Any question? Feel free to ask. Let me pause here for now and keep thinking my thinkings. Daalụ nu!
TRANSCRIPT OF PROF. INNOCENT ODENIGBO’S SPEECH. About Nigeria Genocidal War Against Biafra.
TRANSCRIPT OF PROF. INNOCENT ODENIGBO’S SPEECH.
About Nigeria Genocidal War Against Biafra.
Right now, I feel it is important to draw the attention of all Biafrans and in fact the international community as well to what the Biafrans are fighting for i.e the restoration of the Republic of Biafra. The series of injustice perpetuated against the people of Biafra was initiated by a mercenary soldier working on behalf of the British government. His name was Fredrick Lugard.
In the year 1914, Lugard as colonial administrator and friend of the Hausa-Fulani using his connections with the British colonial office committed the most outrageous fraud in human history by unilaterally declaring the amalgamation of northern and southern protectorate in our part of Africa and naming these territories NIGERIA.
This British mercenary did not consult the people before forcing them into an unholy union of his dreams. The name Nigeria was really a coinage from two words, Niger i.e the river Niger and area meaning the area of land around the river Niger. It does not require a rocket scientist or a wordsmith to forge this name. I understand that the name was in fact suggested by Lugard’s wife (Flora Shaw).
For Lugard to choose the name Nigeria for his contraption, it’s clear evident that he was only interested in the land and its resources not in the well being of people of diverse cultures inhabiting the land. So ab-initio, the name Nigeria was only a geographical description without any cultural or historical content and has remained so up till today. For even Lugard himself described the north and the south as oil and water that can never mix.
About 30years into Lugard’s experiment in 1945 to be exact. The first catastrophe struck. Biafrans were slaughtered in northern Nigeria by the Hausa-Fulani as the clear expression of their resentment of the amalgamation.
In 1953, the northerners struck again. One small Biafrans were the victims. The Nigerian census of 1956 was rigged in favor of the northerners by their British friends who inflated the population figures for the north to the detriment of the south.
The pre-independent federal elections were similarly rigged by the departing British colonial administrators to benefit the north against the south. It was not therefore surprising that a few years after independence, Nigeria descended into anarchy and chaos. This time again, Biafrans were the target. Chased away from all over Nigeria as hundredths of thousands of them were murdered in the northern Nigeria.
In May-October 1966, Biafrans were hounded and massacred all over northern Nigeria by the Hausa-Fulani shouting ”ARABA ARABA”meaning SECESSION. The bruised and battered Biafrans returned to the safety of their homeland to nurse their wounds. Abandoned by the federal government of the country to which they were supposed to belong.
A national conference was held in Aburi, Ghana under the chairmanship of Gen. Ankra the Ghanaian head of state. Far reaching agreements aimed at keeping Nigeria together were concluded between Gen. Yakubu Gowon representing Nigeria and Gen. Chukwuemeka Odimegwu Ojukwu representing the people of Biafra.
But in a most arrogant display of power, Nigeria unilaterally annulled those agreements. The Biafrans had no other choice than to declare their independence on May 30th, 1967.
Instead of allowing Biafrans to nurse their wounds in the peace of their homeland, Nigeria propelled by share hatred and arrogance of power declared a war of aggression against the beleaguered Biafrans. Nigeria wanted the land of Biafra without the people of Biafra and conducted a three year genocidal war to achieve that purpose.
At the end of it all, about 3.5 million Biafra men, women and children were killed in their homeland. I have never read anywhere that people of different cultures and religions have been forced to unite by share military means.
The American civil war was a unique case. Prior to that war, all the states had voluntarily consented to join the union after a gruesome war of independence against the British. But when the southern states refused to give up slavery and decided instead to secede from the union, the northern states led by Abraham Lincoln took up arms against the south as a matter of principle. The north believed that since all men were created equal, it was unjust for people to own slaves at private property. The American civil war was not in reality to unite the country, but a war in defense of human right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.
In its genocidal enterprise, Nigeria obtained the ready military and diplomatic assistance of Britain, the formal soviet union, Spain, the then Organization of African Unity led by the formal Ethiopian head of state Emperor Haile Selassie, non-alliance nations led by President Tito of formal Yugoslavia and the United Nations Organization led by U Thant.
The lie being bandit about by Britain and Nigeria was that if Biafra was allowed to secede from Nigeria, the whole of Africa would be afflicted by the disease of secession. Shamelessly, the so called civilized world colluded with Nigeria in the massacre of millions of Biafran men, women and children. The principle of human rights was thrown to the winds.
Biafra was strangled by overwhelming military force, diplomatic frauds and starvation. Even, christian charity organizations and the International Red Cross were dissuaded and frustrated by Britain and Nigeria from delivering urgently needed food material and medicine which would have saved lives.
Whether we believe it or not, there is a great being who is in control of events on earth. Some refers to him as Karma, we call him God. Nigeria thought that once Biafra was defeated in battle, everything would be alright and she will live happily ever after. There is no way you can spill the blood of 3.5 million people and expect that there would not be some retributions. We all know what is happening to Nigeria today.
What of the greatest ally of Nigeria during that war against Biafrans; Britain? One quiet afternoon early this year (2014), two machete wielding Nigerian extremists attacked a British soldier and killed him in broad day light and bragged about it. That event was one of the worst greatest insults inflicted on a world power such as Britain.
Right now, Scotland is in the process of seceding from Britain after about 400years of marriage voluntarily entered into by England and Scotland. Yet, it was the same Britain that scared the world stiff about the impending vulcanization of Africa should Biafra go its way and let the chorus of the sanctity of the territorial integrity of Nigeria as the Biafran war of independence raged on. I do not know what will happen to the territorial integrity of Britain when Scotland eventually secedes.
The truth is that a territory can never be more important than the people who live in it. That is the basic principle of human rights. But the British government under the leadership of Harold Wilson did not believe that the Biafran people were entitled to the same human rights which British people enjoyed. That is why Harold Wilson is one of the list respected world leaders today.
As leader of the Organization of African Unity, Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, campaigned against the existence of Biafra because he believed that if Biafra was allowed to exist, the province of Eritrea which was then part of Ethiopia would secede. But in spite of Haile Selassie, Eritrea is now an independent nation.
What about President Tito of Yugoslavia, as leader of the non-aligned nations, President Tito campaigned against Biafra because he feared that his country would break if Biafra were allowed to exist. Where is Yugoslavia today? In the dustbin of history. Out of the ashes of Yugoslavia emerged four or five countries in spite of President Tito.
Now, the formal Soviet union supplied Nigeria with all the mig-fighter planes with which it terrorized, killed and maimed Biafran men, women and children in their homes, in market places, in schools, in churches, in hospitals and in refugee camps. Where is the great soviet union today? In the dustbin of history. From the ashes of the formal soviet union emerged 15 independence countries including Russia.
What of Egypt? While it was not clear whether the Egyptian government cooperated with Nigeria during its war against Biafra, it was common knowledge that Egyptian pilots were responsible for the indiscriminate bombing and stacking of civilian targets that accounted for the loss of thousands of lives. They were probably the mercenaries who did not want to risk their lives and therefore avoided raiding the war fronts. Since they did not discharge their bombs and kill some people, they frequently went for soft targets such as; markets, schools and hospitals. After all, they knew they were engaged in a war of extermination anyway and the civilized world was behind them.
See what is happening in Egypt today, not so good.
By contrast, the five countries that recognized Biafra namely: Tanzania, Zambia, Gabon, Ivory Coast and Haiti have enjoyed peace and stability till today. Their heads of state at the time of Biafran saga namely: Dr. Warimu Julius Nyerere, Dr. Kenneth Kaunda, Mr. Omar Bongo, Mr. Houphouet-boigny and ”Papa Doc” Francois Duvalier were some of the most respected statesmen in the world. Tanzania has not disintegrated even-though it is a union between mainland Tanganyika and the island of Zanzibar off the coast of east Africa. A union voluntarily agreed by the two entities without a land border but with strong cultural and historical ties.
Where was the United Nations Organization on the bight that was Biafra? Mixing in action! The world body never for once heard testimonies from the Biafran people. It listened only to Nigerian because Britain as a permanent member of the Security Council thwarted all effort by Biafra to present her case to the world and by implication deceived the United States on the issue of Biafra. It is now time for Nigeria to pay its debt to history.
It is the wish of everybody concerned that Nigeria should disappear peacefully, letting the component parts go their way after 100years of unholy marriage that has refused to work or Nigeria may choose to die a violent death. This will make no sense since too many lives have already been lost and the land is soaked in blood. Since all things made by mortal man perish, so shall Nigeria made by Fredrick Lugard and his wife seize to exist and from its ashes the republic of Biafra shall emerge. The case of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh is one worthy of emulation. So also are the cases of formal Czechoslovakia, formal Yugoslavia, Ethiopia and Eritrea as well as Sudan and Southern Sudan.
Thomas Jefferson writing the American declaration of independence said and I quote ”When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
This idea goes back to Athens of the 5th century BC when Socrates spoke of a law of God respected by all Barbarian and Greek alike or in the Antigone of Sophocles from the 5th century BC when Antigone appealed to a law of God that is the same for all, all over the world and justify any actions that might break the law of men. Cicero defines natural law in his works of moral values as ”the law of God revealed in the reason of His universe” It is one law valid in all places and in all times. It will be the same in Athens and in Rome and in every future nation to come for that law rest with God and there are consequences for breaking the law of God.
I hope the United Nations will be alive to its responsibilities this time around and that the international communities will stop playing games with African lives. The lost of 3.5 million Biafran lives can never be in vain. That will run counter to the principle of natural justice; laws of nature and nature’s God. The people of Biafra have waited all these years for reason and common sense to prevail; for justice to be done so that old and current wounds can start to heal and the spirits of 3.5 million Biafran men, women and children can start to rest in peace. It is time for the restoration of the Republic of Biafra. God bless people of goodwill around the world and God bless Biafra.
Thank you.
THE DANGER OF FOLLY
Many have come out for a singular purpose, to restore the dignity of our people. They understand the dangers we face as a people and have come to discover that, as we try to shy away from confronting these dangers and their fears, we become donkeys of labour and playthings to everything that breathes. Many have realized that this is not the way to live and have given up so much to stand and defend the rights of the indigenous people of Biafra to freedom and the rights to their own State, sovereign, separate and independent from Nigeria.
However, there still are millions amongst us Biafrans whose folly have blinded. Although these lot contribute to a larger part of the listenership in Radio Biafra, they seem not to have grasped that their ineptitude, nonchalance and indifference to our plight and cause amount to folly, and they have not considered the danger thereof. For this reason, I will now make it clearer:
1. We lack the ability to continue to live like slaves in a free world
2. We have lost all patience to remaining in the position of slaves in our own land.
3. We are tired of running away and seeking solace in foreign lands because, there, we still bear the stigma of slavery.
4. We have committed everything to restore our dignity, our land and the sovereignty of Biafra.
5. We understand that there are dangers ahead but we have faced dangers untold and many are still standing. We will willingly withstand every danger in our march to return home and regain our gain.
6. We understand that many have died and many may still die in this quest.
7. We have resolved that life without freedom is worse than death and that we would give everything to free ourselves and posterity from this further stigma of shame.
8. We understand that we need to get every logistics ready for eventualities in order to avert a repeat of the 60s genocide against our people.
9. We have sworn to God, to the spirit of our land, Biafra, and to ourselves that the pains and loss of the genocidal years and effects will not deter us.
10. We appeal to the conscience of ALL Biafranas wherever they may reside to understand that we will neither back down nor will we back out; therefore, we ask ALL Biafrans to FULLY support this restoration drive by every means possible.
11. To the folly, to the jesters and cynics and to all who sit on the fence, we say: Your positions will do you more harm than the good you anticipate in selfishness. Whether or not you support this move financially and otherwise, we will still march on relentlessly towards a restored Biafra. But if you still choose to remain seated on the face, know this:
A. When our enemies approach again, we shall do everything to defend ourselves.
B. We would rather die than run away or capitulate this time.
C. While we may stand to defend ourselves and your fathers and mothers and siblings and children, without your support, our defence may not guarantee their total safety.
D. If you still choose not to support us financially, your fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, children and family members will all die – owing to your folly. And we would gladly die with them in valiant defence of our God-given rights.
E. If, for anything, we all die because of your indifference to our calls for support, know ye that your case will be worse than it is for many Biafrans now. And you can be sure that another generation will rise up to claim back our freedom. So, it’s to the interest of all Biafrans to rise en masse and surrender every support needed to ensure that our enemies do not ever gain a foothold against us again. Either way and whatever your decision and stand becomes from now, Biafra will still stand because we will never cease to advance to possess itTRANSCRIPT OF PROF. INNOCENT ODENIGBO’S SPEECH.
About Nigeria Genocidal War Against Biafra.
Right now, I feel it is important to draw the attention of all Biafrans and in fact the international community as well to what the Biafrans are fighting for i.e the restoration of the Republic of Biafra. The series of injustice perpetuated against the people of Biafra was initiated by a mercenary soldier working on behalf of the British government. His name was Fredrick Lugard.
In the year 1914, Lugard as colonial administrator and friend of the Hausa-Fulani using his connections with the British colonial office committed the most outrageous fraud in human history by unilaterally declaring the amalgamation of northern and southern protectorate in our part of Africa and naming these territories NIGERIA.
This British mercenary did not consult the people before forcing them into an unholy union of his dreams. The name Nigeria was really a coinage from two words, Niger i.e the river Niger and area meaning the area of land around the river Niger. It does not require a rocket scientist or a wordsmith to forge this name. I understand that the name was in fact suggested by Lugard’s wife (Flora Shaw).
For Lugard to choose the name Nigeria for his contraption, it’s clear evident that he was only interested in the land and its resources not in the well being of people of diverse cultures inhabiting the land. So ab-initio, the name Nigeria was only a geographical description without any cultural or historical content and has remained so up till today. For even Lugard himself described the north and the south as oil and water that can never mix.
About 30years into Lugard’s experiment in 1945 to be exact. The first catastrophe struck. Biafrans were slaughtered in northern Nigeria by the Hausa-Fulani as the clear expression of their resentment of the amalgamation.
In 1953, the northerners struck again. One small Biafrans were the victims. The Nigerian census of 1956 was rigged in favor of the northerners by their British friends who inflated the population figures for the north to the detriment of the south.
The pre-independent federal elections were similarly rigged by the departing British colonial administrators to benefit the north against the south. It was not therefore surprising that a few years after independence, Nigeria descended into anarchy and chaos. This time again, Biafrans were the target. Chased away from all over Nigeria as hundredths of thousands of them were murdered in the northern Nigeria.
In May-October 1966, Biafrans were hounded and massacred all over northern Nigeria by the Hausa-Fulani shouting ”ARABA ARABA”meaning SECESSION. The bruised and battered Biafrans returned to the safety of their homeland to nurse their wounds. Abandoned by the federal government of the country to which they were supposed to belong.
A national conference was held in Aburi, Ghana under the chairmanship of Gen. Ankra the Ghanaian head of state. Far reaching agreements aimed at keeping Nigeria together were concluded between Gen. Yakubu Gowon representing Nigeria and Gen. Chukwuemeka Odimegwu Ojukwu representing the people of Biafra.But in a most arrogant display of power, Nigeria unilaterally annulled those agreements. The Biafrans had no other choice than to declare their independence on May 30th, 1967.
Instead of allowing Biafrans to nurse their wounds in the peace of their homeland, Nigeria propelled by share hatred and arrogance of power declared a war of aggression against the beleaguered Biafrans. Nigeria wanted the land of Biafra without the people of Biafra and conducted a three year genocidal war to achieve that purpose.
At the end of it all, about 3.5 million Biafra men, women and children were killed in their homeland. I have never read anywhere that people of different cultures and religions have been forced to unite by share military means.
The American civil war was a unique case. Prior to that war, all the states had voluntarily consented to join the union after a gruesome war of independence against the British. But when the southern states refused to give up slavery and decided instead to secede from the union, the northern states led by Abraham Lincoln took up arms against the south as a matter of principle. The north believed that since all men were created equal, it was unjust for people to own slaves at private property. The American civil war was not in reality to unite the country, but a war in defense of human right to life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.
In its genocidal enterprise, Nigeria obtained the ready military and diplomatic assistance of Britain, the formal soviet union, Spain, the then Organization of African Unity led by the formal Ethiopian head of state Emperor Haile Selassie, non-alliance nations led by President Tito of formal Yugoslavia and the United Nations Organization led by U Thant.
The lie being bandit about by Britain and Nigeria was that if Biafra was allowed to secede from Nigeria, the whole of Africa would be afflicted by the disease of secession. Shamelessly, the so called civilized world colluded with Nigeria in the massacre of millions of Biafran men, women and children. The principle of human rights was thrown to the winds.
Biafra was strangled by overwhelming military force, diplomatic frauds and starvation. Even, christian charity organizations and the International Red Cross were dissuaded and frustrated by Britain and Nigeria from delivering urgently needed food material and medicine which would have saved lives.
Whether we believe it or not, there is a great being who is in control of events on earth. Some refers to him as Karma, we call him God. Nigeria thought that once Biafra was defeated in battle, everything would be alright and she will live happily ever after. There is no way you can spill the blood of 3.5 million people and expect that there would not be some retributions. We all know what is happening to Nigeria today.
What of the greatest ally of Nigeria during that war against Biafrans; Britain? One quiet afternoon early this year (2014), two machete wielding Nigerian extremists attacked a British soldier and killed him in broad day light and bragged about it. That event was one of the worst greatest insults inflicted on a world power such as Britain.
Right now, Scotland is in the process of seceding from Britain after about 400years of marriage voluntarily entered into by England and Scotland. Yet, it was the same Britain that scared the world stiff about the impending vulcanization of Africa should Biafra go its way and let the chorus of the sanctity of the territorial integrity of Nigeria as the Biafran war of independence raged on. I do not know what will happen to the territorial integrity of Britain when Scotland eventually secedes.
The truth is that a territory can never be more important than the people who live in it. That is the basic principle of human rights. But the British government under the leadership of Harold Wilson did not believe that the Biafran people were entitled to the same human rights which British people enjoyed. That is why Harold Wilson is one of the list respected world leaders today.
As leader of the Organization of African Unity, Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, campaigned against the existence of Biafra because he believed that if Biafra was allowed to exist, the province of Eritrea which was then part of Ethiopia would secede. But in spite of Haile Selassie, Eritrea is now an independent nation.
What about President Tito of Yugoslavia, as leader of the non-aligned nations, President Tito campaigned against Biafra because he feared that his country would break if Biafra were allowed to exist. Where is Yugoslavia today? In the dustbin of history. Out of the ashes of Yugoslavia emerged four or five countries in spite of President Tito.
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Now, the formal Soviet union supplied Nigeria with all the mig-fighter planes with which it terrorized, killed and maimed Biafran men, women and children in their homes, in market places, in schools, in churches, in hospitals and in refugee camps. Where is the great soviet union today? In the dustbin of history. From the ashes of the formal soviet union emerged 15 independence countries including Russia.
What of Egypt? While it was not clear whether the Egyptian government cooperated with Nigeria during its war against Biafra, it was common knowledge that Egyptian pilots were responsible for the indiscriminate bombing and stacking of civilian targets that accounted for the loss of thousands of lives. They were probably the mercenaries who did not want to risk their lives and therefore avoided raiding the war fronts. Since they did not discharge their bombs and kill some people, they frequently went for soft targets such as; markets, schools and hospitals. After all, they knew they were engaged in a war of extermination anyway and the civilized world was behind them.
See what is happening in Egypt today, not so good.
By contrast, the five countries that recognized Biafra namely: Tanzania, Zambia, Gabon, Ivory Coast and Haiti have enjoyed peace and stability till today. Their heads of state at the time of Biafran saga namely: Dr. Warimu Julius Nyerere, Dr. Kenneth Kaunda, Mr. Omar Bongo, Mr. Houphouet-boigny and ”Papa Doc” Francois Duvalier were some of the most respected statesmen in the world. Tanzania has not disintegrated even-though it is a union between mainland Tanganyika and the island of Zanzibar off the coast of east Africa. A union voluntarily agreed by the two entities without a land border but with strong cultural and historical ties.
Where was the United Nations Organization on the bight that was Biafra? Mixing in action! The world body never for once heard testimonies from the Biafran people. It listened only to Nigerian because Britain as a permanent member of the Security Council thwarted all effort by Biafra to present her case to the world and by implication deceived the United States on the issue of Biafra. It is now time for Nigeria to pay its debt to history.
It is the wish of everybody concerned that Nigeria should disappear peacefully, letting the component parts go their way after 100years of unholy marriage that has refused to work or Nigeria may choose to die a violent death. This will make no sense since too many lives have already been lost and the land is soaked in blood. Since all things made by mortal man perish, so shall Nigeria made by Fredrick Lugard and his wife seize to exist and from its ashes the republic of Biafra shall emerge. The case of India, Pakistan and Bangladesh is one worthy of emulation. So also are the cases of formal Czechoslovakia, formal Yugoslavia, Ethiopia and Eritrea as well as Sudan and Southern Sudan.
Thomas Jefferson writing the American declaration of independence said and I quote ”When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
This idea goes back to Athens of the 5th century BC when Socrates spoke of a law of God respected by all Barbarian and Greek alike or in the Antigone of Sophocles from the 5th century BC when Antigone appealed to a law of God that is the same for all, all over the world and justify any actions that might break the law of men. Cicero defines natural law in his works of moral values as ”the law of God revealed in the reason of His universe” It is one law valid in all places and in all times. It will be the same in Athens and in Rome and in every future nation to come for that law rest with God and there are consequences for breaking the law of God.
I hope the United Nations will be alive to its responsibilities this time around and that the international communities will stop playing games with African lives. The lost of 3.5 million Biafran lives can never be in vain. That will run counter to the principle of natural justice; laws of nature and nature’s God. The people of Biafra have waited all these years for reason and common sense to prevail; for justice to be done so that old and current wounds can start to heal and the spirits of 3.5 million Biafran men, women and children can start to rest in peace. It is time for the restoration of the Republic of Biafra. God bless people of goodwill around the world and God bless Biafra.
Thank you.
THE DANGER OF FOLLY
Many have come out for a singular purpose, to restore the dignity of our people. They understand the dangers we face as a people and have come to discover that, as we try to shy away from confronting these dangers and their fears, we become donkeys of labour and playthings to everything that breathes. Many have realized that this is not the way to live and have given up so much to stand and defend the rights of the indigenous people of Biafra to freedom and the rights to their own State, sovereign, separate and independent from Nigeria.
However, there still are millions amongst us Biafrans whose folly have blinded. Although these lot contribute to a larger part of the listenership in Radio Biafra, they seem not to have grasped that their ineptitude, nonchalance and indifference to our plight and cause amount to folly, and they have not considered the danger thereof. For this reason, I will now make it clearer:
1. We lack the ability to continue to live like slaves in a free world
2. We have lost all patience to remaining in the position of slaves in our own land.
3. We are tired of running away and seeking solace in foreign lands because, there, we still bear the stigma of slavery.
4. We have committed everything to restore our dignity, our land and the sovereignty of Biafra.
5. We understand that there are dangers ahead but we have faced dangers untold and many are still standing. We will willingly withstand every danger in our march to return home and regain our gain.
6. We understand that many have died and many may still die in this quest.
7. We have resolved that life without freedom is worse than death and that we would give everything to free ourselves and posterity from this further stigma of shame.
8. We understand that we need to get every logistics ready for eventualities in order to avert a repeat of the 60s genocide against our people.
9. We have sworn to God, to the spirit of our land, Biafra, and to ourselves that the pains and loss of the genocidal years and effects will not deter us.
10. We appeal to the conscience of ALL Biafranas wherever they may reside to understand that we will neither back down nor will we back out; therefore, we ask ALL Biafrans to FULLY support this restoration drive by every means possible.
11. To the folly, to the jesters and cynics and to all who sit on the fence, we say: Your positions will do you more harm than the good you anticipate in selfishness. Whether or not you support this move financially and otherwise, we will still march on relentlessly towards a restored Biafra. But if you still choose to remain seated on the face, know this:
A. When our enemies approach again, we shall do everything to defend ourselves.
B. We would rather die than run away or capitulate this time.
C. While we may stand to defend ourselves and your fathers and mothers and siblings and children, without your support, our defence may not guarantee their total safety.
D. If you still choose not to support us financially, your fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, children and family members will all die – owing to your folly. And we would gladly die with them in valiant defence of our God-given rights.
E. If, for anything, we all die because of your indifference to our calls for support, know ye that your case will be worse than it is for many Biafrans now. And you can be sure that another generation will rise up to claim back our freedom. So, it’s to the interest of all Biafrans to rise en masse and surrender every support needed to ensure that our enemies do not ever gain a foothold against us again. Either way and whatever your decision and stand becomes from now, Biafra will still stand because we will never cease to advance to possess it.
Biafra.Onye ju Ogwugwu Ohu na anya,Ohu Udo,
Those who have hands in Destroying Traditional Houses in Biafra land,it is time to rebuild them and be free.
Those who have hands in Destroying Our Forefathers and Mothers Holy Temple have died almost,
but they have Children who did not have a knowledge of what their Elders did,but they have another knowledge,CRK;Christian Religious Knowledge,and because of CRK they have ,they have lost their Original History,what they have now is bible,they have now different believe,´Those who have Udo The Holy Ancient Temple Believe in Reincanation,the Forefathers of those who damage Our Temple,Udo,believe in reincanation,but those who destroid Our Udo,believe that they are going to heaven by colonization,or by brainwashed,and they went and damage Our Traditional House, and die,and their Children have keep dying,go to Igbo Land,go to Biafra Land you will see too much dead people,too much painful exit,everyone is in fear who will die tomorrow,many people have ran away from their Town and States to relocate to another State,people the bad they did is coming from their village where they did it,biut if ran away out of your village or town you will be free at moment,but not all the time,and no one is asking the real questions,If there is lost Tribe of Israel in Africa they are UMU UDO;Look at Our Temple,Those who did this are now Catholic,go to Israel Romans did same there.
We have Udo in many Towns and Villages in Igbo Land,or Biafra Land,Awgbu have moretthan Five Udo in Awgbu Town,Udo Mkpuluaku is one of the Great Udo,in Awgbu can be located in Ugwu Village,many signs and wonders have been recorded about Udo Nkpuluaki,which can be able to do every kinds of signs and wonders,but If you go you will see or heara,
Udo Oji can be located in Osuokwu Village,Udo Abo is in Isiakpu and many Udo can be discovered soon as We are on the ground collecting More Informations, Awgbu is in Orumba North LGA of Anambra state. Call this number 09033149827 to talk with one of The Udo Priest,Okolo Udo,The Bishiop.
Egbeoyibo Stephen say to me ,I have Udo in my Family,Well my late father inherited it by his father but though my late father destroy it ,
He only call it Udo but in my village 3 ward ( umunna) that made up of IFITE has Udo ,
(1) is Udo egbo,Udo Egbe,
But don’t know the full meaning of the other two we only called it Udo .
All been destroy but 2 latter build again of recent
But my own never rebuild but is my tax to do soon and latter,But there is other Udo in Aguluezechukwu Townbut this 3 am talking about now is my particular village IFITE,
Ifeanyi Okoye say to me, I have udo ebe in my village,my village is ancestral home of all ekwulobia,am fron abogwume, from the family of nwokoye ezeobumneme the ancestral home of ekwulobia though with the recent politics now, the Obi has been negleted. there are so many shrineS Ancient holy temples in my home as I was growing up, we have akpan, we have udo nwangwu, we have udo ebe. all this tings were there then, but ….. they are not there now because of development. abogwume is, before there is a place called udo ebe, in my home where both ula and all their villages use to gather for a festival, There are thins I cannot say here, but u knw that all ekwulobia use to gather in our home for meeting,
We have Udo,In Nanka,Ekwulobia,Oko,Nnobi,Agulu,or let me say it this way,Aniocha,Aguata,Orumba,Ideato north and south etc,We are still looking Forward to get more informations,where We have Udo,the holy Ancient Temples,to be able to contact them and ask them the history of things fall apart,for peace to be achieved in Igbo people life,garthering,they must live and let live,they must rebuild all the damages they brings to themselves and people.
All Biafrans must read this,and know this,and rebuild this.
Umu Udo are the Jews,do you have Udo in your Village,?Town?that is Old Temple,,,,,Okoloudo is a Rabbai,or Priest,all Biafrans are not Hebrews,or Jews.If Biafrans will rescue Udo,Rebuild Udo,Biafra will Come,this is so touching history,touching stories,what The people of Biafra did to the people of Biafra,Ihe Ukwu mere,Ihe Ukwu Kpe Azu,Okezie Ikpeazu,Udo na eme,Ngozi Udoneme ,Biafrans and Igbos and some Africans do not know their history,because they wanted to hide some particular history,and their own history have to be wiped by twisted it,and so it lost,now every body wanted to know their history,
If Biafrans will ask for appology to Those Towns,Villages ,People of Udo,which they damaged their Temple and leave everywhere damages,and find a way to rebuild those Udo,and give Umu Udo Freedom of everything.I think Biafra will be free too,maka na Oji Onye na ana ji Onwe ya,Go to everywhere in Biafra Land where there is Udo,The Holy Ancient Temple,and see yourself what Biafrans did to their Fellow Human Beigns,not this New generation of Biafra,but some of them are among,but all of them must Rebuild Our Udo,in everywhere in Biafra Land,because their Own History is inside,everything where destroid when they destroid the Udo,but some pieces which I knows very well that I can fix back 99 percent is still there,but not in one place,some are in Idemmiri,and some are in Nanka,Agulu,Oko,Ekwulobia,Uga,Umuona,etc
,But all the Udo must rebuld and everything stolen from Udo must give us back,Ohia Udo,Ebunu Udo,Agu Udo,and Many Things,when Umu Udo Agreed Biafra will come.If they did not ,Nsogbu dikwa,Udo Has Children,Umu Udo Ahaiwe ,Udo Okoli Udo Emmanuel,and the Children of Udo Goes to Udo,Udo Akulu Abo,Udo Ohuru Okpoko,Udo do Nka,etc,Udo have Ama,Ama Udo,Uzo Udo,Umu Udo Goes to Udo,,as the Jews goes to Synagogue,Okolo Udo is like Rabbai,or like Rev Father,The Christans goes to Church,Those who have Udo in Biafran Land Goes to Udo,their Synagogue,as the Jews are Celebrating Last Month and This Month,the Umu Udo are now Celebrating too,same celebration in different Languages,in my Village We will Celebrate
Udo Akulu Abo on November,so The Great is about to come but you the new generation of Biafra will make things better for you all,IPOB should Creat a United Folum that will carry everyone along,If the Bigest history have been hiden by the same people,why are they going around serching for who they are and where they come from?I have been attacked many times in Igbo meeting ,IPOB meeting etc,but I am just a Great Messanger,in small mans skin,from poor Family that was once great in the begining,Black smiths lineage,Udo Lineage,My people call me in my name,bt their minds are far from me,they bear my name,but they call themselves a Christian,they goes to someones house and call it church,but in their own father and mothers houses they call it shrine.,my own is not a shrine,my own is Udo,Udoneme,Udo is God,and that God have Children,Mmuoneme,Anadueme,Chukwuneme,Udoneme,Biafrans are at war with God,and they used another God to fight their God,that is why there is heavy problems like too much liers,419ners,many bad things,they perish because of lack of knowledge,they use Christian Religious knowlege and fighting against their own knowlege,everything becomes imagination,but they can see reaL BUT THEY HAVE TO ARGUE IT;CRK IS INVOLVE;
If Biafrans will ask for appology to Those Towns,Villages ,People of Udo,which they damaged their Temple and leave everywhere damages,and find a way to rebuild those Udo,and give Umu Udo Freedom of everything.I think Biafra will be free too,maka na Oji Onye na ana ji Onwe ya,Go to everywhere in Biafra Land where there is Udo,The Holy Ancient Temple,and see yourself what Biafrans did to their Fellow Human Beigns,not this New generation of Biafra,but some of them are among,but all of them must Rebuild Our Udo,in everywhere in Biafra Land,because their Own History is inside,everything where destroid when they destroid the Udo,but some pieces which I knows very well that I can fix back 99 percent is still there,but not in one place,some are in Idemmiri,and some are in Nanka,Agulu,Oko,Ekwulobia,Uga,Umuona,etc,But all the Udo must rebuld and everything stolen from Udo must give us back,Ohia Udo,Ebunu Udo,Agu Udo,and Many Things,when Umu Udo Agreed Biafra will come.If they did not ,Nsogbu dikwa,Udo Has Children,Umu Udo Ahaiwe ,Udo Okoli Udo Emmanuel,and the Children of Udo Goes to Udo,Udo Akulu Abo,Udo Ohuru Okpoko,Udo do Nka,etc,Udo have Ama,Ama Udo,Uzo Udo,Umu Udo Goes to Udo,,as the Jews goes to Synagogue,Okolo Udo is like Rabbai,or like Rev Father,The Christans goes to Church,Those who have Udo in Biafran Land Goes to Udo,their Synagogue,as the Jews are Celebrating Last Month and This Month,the Umu Udo are now Celebrating too,same celebration in different Languages,in my Village We will Celebrate Udo Akulu Abo on November,so The Great is about to come but you the new generation of Biafra will make things better for you all,IPOB should Creat a United Folum that will carry everyone along,If the Bigest history have been hiden by the same people,why are they going around serching for who they are and where they come from?I have been attacked many times in Igbo meeting ,IPOB meeting etc,but I am just a Great Messanger,in small mans skin,from poor Family that was once great in the begining,Black smiths lineage,Udo Lineage,My people call me in my name,bt their minds are far from me,they bear my name,but they call themselves a Christian,they goes to someones house and call it church,but in their own father and mothers houses they call it shrine.,my own is not a shrine,my own is Udo,Udoneme,Udo is God,and that God have Children,Mmuoneme,Anadueme,Chukwuneme,Udoneme,Biafrans are at war with God,and they used another God to fight their God,that is why there is heavy problems like too much liers,419ners,many bad things,they perish because of lack of knowledge,they use Christian Religious knowlege and fighting against their own knowlege,everything becomes imagination,but they can see reaL BUT THEY HAVE TO ARGUE IT;CRK IS INVOLVE;
Udo Akulu Abo,Udo Ngwu Abo,Udo Abogwuma,Ududonka,Udo Ohulu Okpoko,etc.
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones,in Defence of Igbo Culture andd Tradition.
A people are mostly known not just by the name they are given, but by the history of that name, and the culture they uphold. How did the Igbos become Igbos? This question cannot be answered without a good understanding of the traditions and cultures of the Igbo people. It is not just about the history we read, but about the practices, the religion, the totems and the art that are Igbo. Mbari is central to understanding the Igbo identity, industry, religion, education and creativity.
I was about writing something else for the week, before my phone beeped and it was a message from a good friend and one of the finest voices on radio, Maximus Agbaegbu who reminded me of the tragedy that the Governor of Imo State has meted on our culture, history and even future. I knew of this, but hadn’t gathered enough facts to write about it.of late, I have begun to deliberately ignore news about our Governor and his curious policies and programs. But the new about Mbari demolition was too strong for me to really think about, as I never believed it could happen. As much as I do not like Governor Okorocha’s leadership styles, I still had my doubts that he could actually order his bulldozers to destroy the Mbari Shrine. I know he demolished some shops within the Mbari Cultural Center, but didn’t know and could hardly believe that the Governor would destroy one of the most sensitive totems of the Igbo.
The morning after my chat with Maximus, I had to drive down to Mbari Cultural Center, the building that houses the Imo State Council for Arts and Culture. True to Maximus’ report, the Mbari shrine has been reduced to rubbles and all the totems and murals distorted. One thing that immediately flashed to my mind is: “He who the gods want to kill, they first make mad”. This is not in anyway upholding or even expressing the belief that the gods drawn and sculpted at Mbari have any capacity to visit those who destroyed them with anger, but in amazement that anyone in his right mind could destroy history.
One of Africa’s best writers, Chinua Achebe was one of those at the forefront of promoting the Mbari heritage of the Igbos and by extension Africans. He was one of the pioneer members of the Mbari Club and is credited with suggesting the name Mbari at the formation of the club, because of Mbari’s concept of creation. The Mbari Club which was founded by an expatriate, Ulli Beier, played a fundamental role in honing the literary skills and talents of great some of those who eventually turned out to be some of the world’s greatest and most celebrated artistes, including the Nobel Laurette, Wole Soyinka. The afro-music pioneer and activist also had his debut as a bandleader in the makeshift Arts Center situated in a market place, where the Mbari Club members used as their meeting place and rehearsal ground.
Mbari is one of the biggest cultural exports of the Igbo people. it had so much impact in the literary and general artistic life of Nigeria, especially the Yoruba, that they had to yorubanize or adapt the name in a Yoruba form, when a group of Yoruba literati founded a new group which they called, Mbari Mbayo. Even thoug this new name has a meaning in Yoruba language, there is no argument that its coining was inspired by the original Mbari name, which has lots of significance to every Igbo person, especially, those of Owerri part of Igboland.
I cannot sincerely put my brain to any reason that could have led my Governor to destroy this very important museum of Igbo Culture. If it is in extension of his vendetta to against the Owerri people, then, it is not only misplaced, but also puerile. It is certainly not for road expansion which is the reason he has given for demolishing many structures across Owerri, because the shrine is built far away from where any road can get to. If it is because my Governor wants to build a fresh Mbari shrine anywhere else, then, it is also needless.
At a time when the Governor and those in his government are singing about making Imo a tourism and hospitality hub, I do not know if there is anything that attracts tourists more than historical artifacts, like the one the Mbari shrine represented. What better thing could have attracted people from across the world than a museum that many students of visual arts across the world must come in contact with in the course of their studies?
No country develops by destroying its history and artefacts. Some of the most enlightened countries in the world, have kept their artefacts and preserved their historically relevant sites for millennia and these have in turn become major sources of revenue for such countries.
The Mbari shrine could have been to the Igbos and indeed Imo State, what the Diorama Bethlehem is to Switzerland. The Diorama Bethlehem is noted as one of the world’s largest nativity displays, boasting of about 450 hand carved figures. Also attractive to tourists is the giant circular painting called the Panorama Crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
The Mbari which is originally constructed with mud, sculptural representations of different animals and gods of the Igbo pantheon are fully represented. Among these sculptures are; the Nguma, which the Igbo traditional religion sees as the Chief Secuirty officer of the god, Amadioha. Tigers, snakes, water mermaids, gongs and other sculptures and murals deemed significant to the worship of the earth god, Ala, are well represented.
It could not also be that our Governor was being protective of the Christian faith, because the Mbari shrine does not stand in the way of anybody’s Christian faith. No one goes to that Mbari to pour libations, neither is there any Dibia invoking Amadioha from that shrine. The shrine was simply a historical monument to celebrate and of course project the rich Igbo culture and artistry.
Some of the world’s most Christian countries retain some artefacts and monuments that they know are relevant to their history as a people and those that have potentials to attract tourists to their countries. For instance, in the same Jerusalem, where Christians prefer as their destination for spiritual pilgrimages, lies the third most important Muslim place of prayer, called the Al-Aqsa Mosque. Also in that same Israel, we find the most important place of worship for the adherents of the Bahai faith. Located in Acre, Israel, this site is believed to house the tomb of the founder of the Bah’ai faith, Baha’Allah, hence it has turned to a big tourist site for the adherents of this faith. Those who may come up to defend Governor Okorocha’s demolition of this very important artefact cannot tell me that some of these tourists centers scattered across the world do not stand in the way of building more roads. What a reasonable government that thinks of the future of its citizens would do is to design such roads in such a way that such important sites do not have to be pulled down.
No matter what is eventually written or said in defense of this rape on a peoples’ cultural heritage and pride, it will go down in history that a certain Governor meted one of the worst injustices and insults to indigenous arts of not just the Igbo people, but the entire Africa. The demolition of Mbari is one of the greatest tragedies that have befallen the arts sector.
I do not want to hear the excuse of a certain Bongo Center, as a replacement for the Mbari Cultural Center. I am one of those who believe that the building of that Bongo Center by the Rochas Okorocha administration is one of the evidences of waste that have come to define this government. The land space housing the Mbari Cultural Center can comfortably contain whatever the Governor wanted to build as a Bong Center, but the Governor rather chose to build that somewhere else and is now talking of relocating the entire cultural center to that place, while no serious plan is in place on what will become of the original Cultural Center.
I join thousands of arts lovers and practitioners across Nigeria and Africa to call on the Governor of Imo State, to stopthe massive onslaught against the development of the arts. At a time, when everybody is talking of looking for alternative means of generating revenue, especially as oil prices continue its slump, arts and the entire creative industry are veritable alternatives for any government that is really desirous of tapping into it.
Onwuasoanya FCC Jones, writes in from Abuja, Nigeria.
Mr Nwokedi about Igbo Language and what is going to happen.
Traditional Nwokedi said that it is a big challenge to me about the Igbo language.culture and tradition and history which is dying,.our younger generation are more faster than us.but we’re more wiser.those generation before us did not thinks of tomorrow.but we are their tomorrow that they did not think about.Echi.Oliver de coque played one song for them.ka ebiriwe ndu emechaa ka amara ihe aga eme echi.let them live life and think about tomorow later.after living life they will think of tomorrow.and they perished by living life,but they later say that echi di ime.tomorrow is pregnant.unfortunate that is the wisdoms that I pick.
we have to make sure that we did not disappoint the new generation of Igbos.the Christians amongst the people of Biafra please stop destroying our art work in our traditional houses.because those who destroying our cultural art work I have never seen any one who continues well after doing such .Igbo language will not die.everything is in those art facts.and Igbo people those who are interested in our works have to show concerns about what we are doing.the Igbo Culture and Traditional artifacts are history,Oral history,it can be translated in alphabets, 
Trying to understand why my Kindred name is called Umuohagui.Umu Oha Gunyere. the chosen one by the people, which in my Kindred we are not dragging anything by force.Umu children.Oha.groups.Community.majority.Gunyere.aguii.choosing ones.We are descendants of Black Smith.Umu Uzu.From what we are creating people always choose us to represent them in many things.black Smiths are same living everywhere in Igbo land because they have chosen us.Igbos used to Choose us Before to be creating signs and wonders in Biafra.but because during the slave trade time some Igbos’ thinking that they have see see what is better than the smiths and joined hands in selling the chosen one to slave.the black Smiths,but the black smiths build the world.they’re the victims of slavely during the time of Arochukwu selling slave in Bight of Biafra, 
because the slave buyers knows what they want and be able to deceive some elders.but the elders keep regrating and Igbo land is now the way it is today. because they sold their own neighbours to slave,all Igbos are not Black Smiths,and all Biafrans are not Black Smiths,
We the Black Smiths of Biafra,Igbos are still existing in Biafra Land,but Igbos do not want to tell their original stories,histories,some choose to replace it with bible,instead of the real history, still existing and we will make Igbo land as it once was.but the truth must be told and not lie.truth is life.what people are looking for is there.Chinonso.God is near .are we ready to reconcile the people?are we ready to say sorry amends some mistakes and move on.?ihe ukwu mere.mana ihe ukwu kpe azu.azu Bu Ike.Ikechukwu.Chukwubuike.Ejike,Emenike,Obumuneme,Mmadueme,Anadueme,Udoneme,Mmuoneme,Chukwuneme,Anazodo,Anazoba,Anagbaaogu.
How long will Igbo people keep brainwashing the brain of their Children with material and man made articles while their own man made and articles have been abandoned and Igbo language is dying,?Igbo people can tell good about bible history and stories but the origin is still misteries to all of them,our own history have been twisted by the same Igbo people who reads bible ,they never go same church,they are only christians but divided among each other,,,THERE IS STILL A LOT OF WORKS TO DO TO RESTORE EVERYTHING THAT Igbo people lost,Our language is dying,when I cant find any Igbo name for Tomatoes,Mango and Cashews,or do you know it?tell us,and there are a lots ,
there is needs that we need Biafra,our Elders have abandoned their children in seperates churches and they are reading bible talking bible,and their elders have been doing politics and playing game,but more important thing is that those who feel like Traditional Nwokedi ,those who feels the pain of all we lost will restore our herritages,
Igbo Culture and Tradition 