Twilight In Biafra Comments

Hurried heavy footsteps moving closer, the sky puffs out black smoke, pellets of fire flying like kites. The Earth coughs in tremor from the ogbunigwe.
Young lads take refuge on the skirts of their mothers for fear of being conscripted into the nzogbu nzogbu choir. Old ears glued to the rumblings of the transistor radio not of the colour of the sky but of their hero's victory songs. The enemies stronghold has fallen like a pack of cards. A different tale the morning after, as trees shed their leaves.
The nimble and senile swiftly take on borrowed legs, to the bush and caves for their refuge. The drumbeats of war have gone berserk in riotous chorus.
Mothers in search of their children, husbands desert their wives on their nuptial bed. Adaorie looks for Ikechukwu, day turn into night. Nowhere to be seen. Stolen from his mother, inconsolable.
...
Read full text