Hmmm. so fulani terrorist have fully entered Tinubu's Lagos. News said they were arrested in Lagos Ikorodu with two vehicles loaded with bull£ts, G¥ns, and explosive devices OPC Dependable Security Team uncovered this at a scrap yard in Powerline Unity Estate CDA, Poromope, Idiroko, along Itamaga-Ljede road, Ikorodu.
And some foolish people still think Igbo is their problem. Time will tell.
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“We’re Not Safe In This Country Anymore. My Brother Was Kidn@pped On His Way To Abuja From PH By Men In Army Uniforms Who Stopped Them At a Checkpoint. And The Nigerian Police That Is Supposed To Be Protecting Us Is Out There Demanding ₦500,000 To Investigate The Kidnap With About 9 Other People With Him In The Bush, People’s Fathers, Sons, And Husbands. This Has Been a Traumatic Experience For Us. Nigeria Has Failed Us.” ~ Lady Cries Out 💔😭
Biafra in a child's memory
By
Chinedum Nwajiuba, 300526
People expect that I wish away my memory
Memories of a child gifted to remember events far back from less than 4 years.
People decree the erasure of my memories of the swamps of Portharcourt, where Brother Juli took me to run into as the aeroplanes hovered above us.
People condemn it as offensive when I can't forget the long lines we qued to collect warm liquid milk in cups and bowels. Not even my father, who decreed we don't go to the village square to take the relief milk with the excuse that it was causing diarrhoea. We found our way to join the large crowds of other children at the rowdy centres for relief milk and other food items. Our fellow children, mostly naked or in torn clothes, many with protruding stomachs.
Can I stop myself from remembering the day I believed a plane was targeting small me as I walked home in the village?
Can I not remember the day an uncle Korie made a meal of cornmeal for the kindred and there was a scramble, the crowd, and brother John Nwoko fell into the drum used for the cooking
How can I not remember our guests, Eddy Bros, a wealthy man from today's Anambra state who, with his family, had relocated to occupy the garage of my father's house? One of two such families?
How do I erase memories of the women of those two families who used hot iron combs to straighten their hairs, or the long hair tied with eri isi, while sitting near the garage door?
How can I decide not to remember that we lived downstairs and that a team of officers lived upstairs? How do I not remember the day the officers were evacuated for an offence, and my grandfather, Papa Job was singing, obiara nga m, egbula m, may my guest not harm me?
How do I not remember the days of screams about stragulars and sabotours?
How do I order myself to no longer remember those caught stealing and the punishment of igba mbembe? At least two women I still remember were paraded around the village with items they were caught with hung on their necks. We still had values to punish thieves, usually of food items, even in the midst of mass hunger?
How do I forget Uzoma Osueke, now late, my first friend in the village, whose fathers" corpse was the earliest that I recall, of a read body, who had to die for stealing?
How do we erase memories of soldiers parading and singing from the various army camps around our village?
How do we forget the bigles we heard every morning from Madonna - 1.
Madonna - 1 was now state house, and so we were at the thick of military operations.
How do we erase memories of stories about the mercenary, Major Wiliams, whose name got weaved into what the biggler communicated at each morning parade from Madonna-1, less than 1 kilometre from our home? 'Puta kwa, puta kwa, Major Wiliams agbagbuo gi, onye major gbagburu alala ukporo; come out, come out, so major William wouldn't shoot you to death, if major kills you, you are wasted.
How do you erase the night we heard clearly the booming 'kwarapu, kwarapu, kwarapu, unu dum"? Sounds of bombs that got closer.
Then we learnt they had crossed the Imo river.
How do we not remember that night? That night! That night in early January 1970 that it seemed everyone gathered to listen to an anthem and an address after which men broke down and wept?
That night, it was decided we should run away from our home.
How do you erase memories of the long treck down the valleys to Nzerem. To Nzerem so we can zerele ndu, save our lives.
How do we erase the remembrance of a 6 year old, walking in the dark with Tim, and my grandmother, and Dada Happy, the people I can remember on that igba oso ndu to Nzerem. Then my father met us at some point on the road, his car already filled with my mother, my two younger siblings in front, a huge box on the back seat, then Tim and I had to be squeezed in through the windows and lay flat on the box on the back seat.
They were kidnapped since easter holidays almost a month ago, are they still in captivity or have been rescued? The media seems to have forgotten about them...
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NO SAFE HAVEN: ENUGU STEPMOTHER ARRESTED FOR ALLEGEDLY BEATING NINE-YEAR-OLD STEPDAUGHTER TO DEATH IN EMENE
A nine-year-old girl is dead and her stepmother is in police custody following a tragedy that has stirred
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This is the Yoruba General Benjamin Adekunle, who declared that he didn’t want to see a single surviving Igbo. He ordered his men to shoot children, adults, elderly men and women ,even animals.
The deep hatred and anger towards Igbos was fully unleashed during the genocide.
Fr. Ebube Muonso reflects on Biafra Remembrance Day today, as he pays tribute to the fallen heroes who løst their lives during the struggle, as he also ask for the release of Mazi Nnamdi kanu.
May 30th Biafra Hero’s Remembrance Day Tribute: We Remember Our Fallen Heroes And Heroines Whose Sacrifices Will Forever Remain Etched In Our Hearts. Their Legacy Lives On.
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