The Sound That Wasn’t Heard Freedom does not always die in the noise of war.Sometimes, it dies quietly, in the stillness that follows.In the hush between gunfire and grief, between history and denial.It dies when tongues grow tired, when memories are buried beneath slogans, when the living learn to whisper because the dead were punished […]
Owerri, 1968.A city gasping for breath in a tightening ring of steel.Federal troops had surrounded it; food was gone, medicine a memory, and hope, rationed like salt.Yet, inside that circle of siege, something fierce was alive. A spirit that refused to surrender.Owerri was not just a battlefield, it was the last heartbeat of a dream.
The Forgotten Blood of Freedom October 1967.The harmattan wind drifted across Asaba, carrying dust and fear. Mothers gathered their children indoors, fathers whispered prayers. Rumours had travelled faster than sound, the federal troops were near. They came not as liberators, but as reapers.Under the white flag of surrender, men and boys were told to assemble
