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Its not that I do not understand why my people want Biafra. Its not that I do not think it is a noble cause.
Its just that whenever I remember the stories my father told me about the war, the stories older people who witnessed the war shared, whenever I remember my uncle whose legs will never be useful again because of a bullet wound, whenever I remember the other uncle that never returned, whenever I remember the events Late Prof. Festus Iyare pened down in 'Heroes', whenever I read 'There was a country, I ask myself, "Is this an achievable cause?"

See, most of the people screaming yes to Biafra are only social media warriors. In real life, they cannot put up a good argument for the movement.

Ya'all watch too much of Bollywood romance. You should watch documentary films and see what a real war looks like. Do you think if a war breaks out in this country, Nnamdi will carry weapons and march in front to fight? You lie! He will fly his precious family to a far away country where they are safe, then sit properly in an office and make calls while youths, poor and jobless youths will be made soldiers. They will carry guns and murder one another while the leaders drink chilled red wine in a cozy room and quietly give orders.
The slightly privileged few will be made commanders of the war troops so they can have the opportunity to shout and enforce orders.

I don't see the Non-Biafrans letting us go without a struggle. There's more than likely to be violence. The masses like us will be dragged around. In the end, the leaders will shake hands and call the war 'A mistake that should not have happened'. They will take long vacations, relax and come back to more wealth and fame.

What happens to me and you? We will suffer. Hunger, sicknesses, death! Our lives will become useless. We will sit down night after night and mourn our dead.

Even when Biafra happens, we will move on to the other side accompanied by the same greedy bunch that we have always known.
The same lousy ones who have not stopped  failing us. A change of name won't make them better.

As we mark Biafra day today, remember the fallen heroes. Not the big names you hear. Those men who were slaughtered at the bridge. The ones who died of hunger at the war front. The ones who came back alive but disabled for the remaining years they lived. I don't think any of them died happy that they fought the war. Many of them expressed regrets later. Even Ojukwu did.

War does not make a people better.
If Biafra happens, then so be it.
I just fear a war of which consequences can never be downplayed.
These are my fears.

Respect to the fallen heroes.
Let there be peace.
#JayTeeSays

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