Today, we remember our people that fought and died fighting for their right to live and exist as an entity in Biafra.
The children were starved to death by grown men who dined and lived gluttonously.
Today, we remember our people who were massacred around Nigeria by their own supposed compatriots 55 years ago.
Men and women hacked to death,
Children weren’t spared either.
Today, we remember our gallant soldiers who fought in the most unfavorable conditions with all the odds stacked against them to keep their dignity, that of their families, and their tribe.
Today, we remember our friends both in Africa, America, Europe, and beyond whose contributions and efforts were in no small measure a cushion for the level of hardship that befalls the Biafran people for daring to chart their future.
Today, 54 years ago Ojukwu declared the Nation of Biafra and 54 years later we still cry and ask for what every human being on the planet rightly deserves, which is a country where we’ll be safe.
A country where we’ll live and Prosper, a country we can confidently call our own, a country called Biafra.
As an Igbo who lost relatives in the war and had relatives who participated to ensure the safety of the Igbo and Biafran people in general, I salute you all.
All your effort, your dedication, your sacrifice will never be forgotten.
And by God’s grace, your dreams for a new country, where your brothers and sisters will live peace, progress, and harmony, will one day become a reality.
To my late daddy, I, salute your courage to fight for the protection of your people from invaders.
For all my uncles that never came back from the war, rest on with the assurance that your falling will never be in vain.
Biafra is us and we’re Biafra.