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How I Killed My Soul

No love like yours, Chichi, but I have to go

The earth calls; the demand of blood-filled duty.

I know not who I will faceĀ  on death’s field

but Ojukwu told me the price of liberty is eternal vigilance;

to prevent another pogrom.

Gowon told them to get on with one Nigeria.

So in a clash of claims and counterclaims

they drank brandy and rained speeches

that made us pour out our blood as a libation to nameless deities.

I marched, the Land of the Rising Sun on my arm.

I knifed a strapling who could not even say ‘A raba.’

I bayoneted a boy who did not know what Ironsi had done.

I gut-shot a man who was nowhere near Nzeogwu on January 15 .

Blood washed my soul

on that day I saw him in a rage of bullets.

Lami, the striker I partnered on the Baptist High football team.

He grabbed his gun but Amadioha’s speed was with me.

In the instant he fell, our eyes locked

and I knew I had killed my soul.

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4 thoughts on “How I Killed My Soul” by henry c.onyema (@ezeakwukwo)

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    OlabisiFeyisayofunmi (@OlabisiFeyisayofunmi): Junior Writer - 1015 pts

    Deep,but you made Me sad reading this

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    Mamman Saba Mustapha (@danjuma): Junior Writer - 3974 pts

    @Ezeakwukwo very moving, touching and sad it’s really time for people to realize that killing another person in the name of tribe and religion is like killing our own selves.

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    Uzoma Umekwe (@uzomaumekwe): Junior Writer - 3498 pts

    Deep!

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    Afronuts (@Afronuts): Head Wordsmith - 63710 pts

    The power of this poem lies in its capability to tell so much in so few words. We get a clear picture of the horrors and intrigues of the civil war and a saddening reality of how friends are turned against each other.

    A deep dark reminder of the destruction of war…nicely written.

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