*This post was started approximately 7 months ago (Biafra-related arguments were at a high during this period)*
Very recently I had one of the longest arguments via Facebook thread with someone I did not know on a topic that, really quickly, became very personal to me.
I vaguely remember details of the Nigerian Biafra war in history class because, frankly speaking, I wasn’t really paying attention. Why? I thought “its a new dawn, those things are in the past. Its a new day and I don’t need to worry about those horrid events”. See, I never was an avid history fan, not until my third year of college anyways. In college, I grew to realize that although I didn’t want to relive some of the horrid events of the past, those past events have helped shape present reality and the information from the past can serve as very valuable tools for creating the future that I want to see. My fascination with history got ignited when I took this cold war history class (it was either that or some other class that I couldn’t bear to take, so I “settled”… or so I thought). In that class I finally learnt why the Russian was always the bad guy in American action movies. I gained more information on why so much contempt exists today between certain groups of people, across America and the world in general. For my class project I chose to write on the horrific events surrounding the present condition of the Democratic Republic of Congo, a country that has stayed on my radar because of the wonderful Congolese friends I’ve made. I don’t think it occurred to me to write anything about Nigerian history, because, apart from islamic extremism in the north, I honestly thought my country was pretty peaceful, a thought I took a lot of pride in… turns out that was all it was, a thought.
I don’t remember exactly when it happened, maybe because it happened gradually, but that euphoric emotion I felt towards my country has disappeared. I am more concerned now than anything about my beloved Nigeria. I am like the child who got told suddenly that daddy and mummy are getting a divorce when I could have sworn they were anything but unhappy in the marriage.
…Fast forward >>>>
I got reminded why I worried about Nigeria when I saw this post about Biafra. The unrest was becoming prominent again since “Biafra Day” was just recently celebrated. I wish I could explain in detail what my argument with this man was about, but it can be summed up in a sentence. He is an Igbo man who believes that Igbos deserve their own country, and I am a not an Igbo girl, yet I think the Igbo’s should not get their own country. Why? because I don’t like the sound of WAZOBIA becoming just WAZO, or waking up one morning to realize I am a citizen of TWO countries that used to be one. I don’t want this conversation to be merely sentimental, and I don’t have enough information to make completely assertive statements. This I know, we are better together, all Nigerians need to humble ourselves and respect each other, and we need to see the amazing strength that lies in our united collaborations.
For the Nigerian dream to work, we need to realize that we are in this together.
And that’s that about that on this blog post. Thanks for reading.