To Their Peaceful Gods Of Mayhem: A Poem By Chido Nwangwu

 

For how long/

Should I appease those/ 

All-knowing gods of mediocrity? 

 

For how long/

Should I be that/ 

Sacrificial, monthly burnt offering to their 

Peaceful gods of mayhem?

 

 

For how long/

Should I be that/ 

Target of some reptilian, choking, bloody

Dances of death, in my own village by these/

Gentle troops of lethal impunity?

 

For how long/

Should I be that/ 

Brave one without means and things to

Defend the herd of goat in the homestead/

Protect the frontline stock of 

The courageous, at home and elsewhere? 

Ahamefuna-Afamefuna-Ahamefule

 

 

For how long/

Should I be that/ 

Overcomer who, continues to fall for the instigation to cast all 

My survivalists’ discretion to their whirlwind,   

Toxtrotting, into their deathly reptilian dances?

 

For how long/

Should I forget/ 

For their fear of Biafra, 

Targeted persons, we’ve become; all 

Offsprings of Odumegwu, the Lion of Biafra! 

 

We’ve become; all 

Witness bearers and truth-tellers/ 

 

In unapologetic agreement with 

‘Ugonabo’ Chinua Achebe who wrote: 

There was a country!
 

I say, it was not Wakanda; it was Biafra!