The Germanic tribes, the forebearers of the English language and ancestors of the brits had always been a bit too melodramatic. It's no surprise the brits led such theatrical lives, muddled with story book love, death and irony. Uncle used to say that he'd never heard of a brit who couldn't quote a paragraph from Macbeth. Maybe that's why the word "civil war" contained so much irony. 

There was nothing civil about the war that raged on for 3 years in post-colonial Nigeria.

It was the inevitable result of a failed country. The politicians had hurriedly declared war, But it was the youth who fought and died. In the war no one side could really be convicted because we'd all believed we were right, but war never determines who is right, only who is left.

On the 6th of July 1967, a rolling stone was set in motion that, destroyed the prospect of what should have been the most successful country in Africa. The word “coup d’état” became a household lingo. People were dying from

famine, diseases and war because two people could not come to a compromise. The words; Tribal-war and

genocide, were becoming extremely synonymous to the word Nigeria. The recollection of the war always

resurfaces a sonnet i’d read while in a bunker somewhere near the sambas river, it went like this:

The worst are those scenes that aren’t posed. 

The ones the photographer took 

When the soldiers weren't looking

Then you see those scattered pieces

While they were still all attached 

When fear still poured from the eyes and

Limbs moved as they stumbled towards

God and the bloody machetes.

-S.A