NIGERIA: TELL ME WHO I AM Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI

KEMKA S. IBEJI 
1967 to 1970 is a farce
The barrels are blaring
Victims are dying daily
My worry is the fight
Fought from only a side
Fight against an unarmed
Undeclared fight

We're not one people
Our history says this
Our belief agrees to it
Our goals diverge so much
We never had a trust
And it will never be

War fought for unity as said
Won as said by all and none
But there are spoils in hands
What are spoils if there's no victory?
But that war continued
Yes! It never ended

This war has continued
We hear no sounds but victims litter
The missiles must be dumb
Why fight one you claim to love?
What kind of love is this?
Love won at the battle field
I love you by force
Love of a predator!

Alas! It rages
A party is unaware there's war
This party is the victim
Won in the open battle
Now dying from the mute war
The war declared over to him
Don't wars abide by morality?
Why's the victim caught aback?
Where's fairness?
Impurities all the way

Born into this war
I've my parents down from shots
Shots from our enemy
But this enemy calls me son
Why call me son and kill mine?
If I refuse you as mother
You call me a hater
But when I embrace you
You pierce me deep with swords

Please Nigeria; tell me who I am
A Biafran or a Nigerian?


Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI 

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