After The War

“1967 is a year to never forget.” Grandpa finally said after minutes of silence and tears. “Gunshots called and shouts of agony, pain and sorrow answered. Soldiers from the north invaded our town in an unexpected attack and we had to fight back.

Every male child who was of age was forced to fight. I was only nineteen, and was at the war front when the news of your grandmother was brought. She was hiding at the back of a dogon yaro tree in one of the farmlands in the village when the soldiers found her and raped her till she died. Many lives were lost and many more displaced.

The leader of the war whose name must not be mentioned still sent us messages of continuation of war. We fought for days, until one day when our leader was nowhere to be found. News had it that he fled the town. Our kinsmen had no option than pledge their allegiance to the Wazobia kingdom. Those who died lost their lives in vain. They were forgotten after the war ended.

Violence has nothing to give but it will always take. People will only mourn those who died for a while before they get occupied with their daily activities. As you can see for yourself, another leader whose name must not be mentioned that claims to be fighting for the same course is again nowhere to be found.

Be a proud igbo man who peacefully lives with people from other tribes in unity and harmony.”

Wildkhard [TA]