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 […]
The Mirror That Doesn’t Lie When Africa looks into its mirror, it does not always see what it wants to.The reflection is not the bold continent of speeches and anthems sung at independence rallies, it is a land still trying to become whole. From Dakar to Dar es Salaam, freedom flickers in fragments: a song,
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 Water Closed In In 1967, the sea turned against Biafra.What was once a shimmering promise of trade, relief, and hope became a wall of silence. When the Nigerian army launched Operation Tiger Claw and captured Calabar, the tides changed, literally and symbolically. The sound of engines at the port went still, and the last
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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
On October 4, 1967, silence fell over Enugu. The city that had become the beating heart of Biafra, a symbol of defiance, a declaration of dignity, was captured by federal troops. Doors were shut, streets emptied, voices silenced. What fell that day was more than a capital; it was the weight of a people’s dream
On the morning of October 1st, 1960, Lagos woke to drums and gun salutes. It was Nigeria’s Independence. The Union Jack slipped down the pole, and the Green-White-Green rose with the hope of a people reborn. Crowds filled Race Course, eyes glistening with tears and wonder. Nnamdi Azikiwe stood as Governor-General, Tafawa Balewa as Prime
