My Father’s War

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December 29, 2014 by Kambili M.A. Chimalu

A country split by the chasm of warring ideologies

Blasts of mayhem and a pyramid of bodies up North

A seething and bubbling inward rebellion down South

Mold the image of a country past

Razed to ashes by the fuel of our fathers’ blood

And like a phoenix reborn

Births a country from our fathers’ bones and ashes

Therefore, I will not fight my fathers’ war.



Young men bound by the chains of religious convictions

Young women weighted by the bricks of cultural ideology

Echoes of indoctrination by masters unseen

Oh! The hot flames of young blood

Reminiscent of that which flowed in the veins of the young past

Ready to spill the blood of their brothers

To quench the undeniable thirst of vengeance

And to lay claim to the country birthed by fathers past

But, I will not fight my fathers’ war.



The young ears that refuse to hear

The agonies of mothers past drowned by the drums of war

The echoes from deep beneath the earth of once young men

The young eyes refuse to behold

The rivers of blood fed by the drained bodies of our fathers

The young chant to the beats of war

That sing the tales of young men past

Of their resolute will to fight for country and land

Country and land that was, but never was

No! I will not fight my fathers’ war.



Suckling babes snatched from the bosom of mothers

Marched to the roars of feverish war songs

Never to bask in a mother’s embrace

Babies turned to war tanks before they are children

Their roots uprooted before their seeds are planted

Generations buried in the rubble of the old country

And forgotten in the halls of the new country

I will not fight my fathers’ war.



The war of a divided country that was has come and gone

lost

I will fight my own war

A war that electrifies every house

Gushing like an everflowing spring from every tap

Drumming the song of freewill into the conscious of the young

Dancing through the halls of innovation

Ringing the bells of transparency from the house of legislature

This is my war

The birth of boundless opportunities for the young

For posterity

I will not fight my fathers’ war.

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2 thoughts on “My Father’s War

  1. Obisco1 says:

    Our fathers’ wars have become our wars –
    Biafra and its aftermath…can we honestly say that it’s unfinished? The spilled blood, in which you speak of, crying out like the blood of Abel; blood shed but not justified; vindicated?

    You’ve encapsulated the story of our nation in those verses, Kambili, Arinze gi!

    Like

    • The thing is that we always want to be better than our parents. They say those who are ignorant of history are doomed to repeat its mistakes, but it looks like some Nigerians keep repeating the same mistakes over and over and over and over again despite being aware of our history.
      Daalu nwannem.

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My name is Kambili M.A Chimalu. This is a space where I share my thoughts, from the highly controversial to the mundane. I would love nothing more than to share this space with people who will motivate me to work towards a better tomorrow, so I welcome anyone that wants to share this space with me.

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