Nigerians recently woke up to the news of an ‘ultimatum’ from a fringe group that purports to speak for the rest of the North asking the Igbo people to leave the region ‘or else’…
Naturally, this sparked outrage among many Igbos – even among quite a few moderates.
But this is not about the ultimatum. It is not even about the outrage.
It is, instead, a commentary about the lot of us who sit behind bright screens large and small, inciting the rest of the population to violence. It is about those who have not seen a riot, yet bay at every opportunity for war. It is about those who fuel this hate with both material and moral support, and about those who sit still while the nation implodes on its ignorance.
It is about us all.
This is a poem about how we are not ready for the change we seek – be it Biafra or Nigeria. It calls for introspection and honesty to oneself.
Indeed, change may come somehow; change may come some way; change may come someday, but that day is not today.
[Listen to ‘Even Now’ by Ndukwe Onuoha below]