Slavery After 1960 Poem by Ugochukwu Aneke

Know ye the truth & it shall set ye free
Oneness should flow naturally not imposed
Like a green fetus corded to a white woman

Yea, the God of creation, in direct of our noble cause
Did not design the Niger River in blindfold
As its yard is not even a stone throw
Nor was he mistaken when men spoke differently
And he willed them to pass their distint record -
Through the scribes of their tribe.

If by my actions or inaction I hurt my mother
Sometime in '67 or '77,
I'd be tensed to apologize, lest I be cursed
Yet, the 'GOC' bordered not a bit of Mrs. Kuti's death
And the young turks slapped by 'Zombie', destroyed 'kalakuta'

Brothers became strangers when Horses attacked the eagle
As ifeajuna chose rather an insane bullet for MaimaLari
The casket chiselled face of Ojukwu, was indebted to Biafra
Ironsi was in error, to true a three false united regions
These turks disrespected the rank in Kola-nut division
Many of the Plots took plotters & left our plots in drought

Though Nzeogwu is not a true Ibo image of Kaduna
As Hausa-Ibo war zoning is of Balewa's death
But never would I forgive the plotters, if I am Hausa-Heir
The northern rulers, save Yar'dua has borne this grudge


My friend, tell not our Ihejirika's era -
With such high zest, the old lie:
'It is sweet & an honour
to kill your own countrymen
than to die for your county'.


The cause of our discorded tribes is the spill of blood
A desert difference dwells in our cultures
Respect for values and cultures: a true oneness
THERE IS NO ONE NIGERIA.