I Am IGBO
My beloved people of Igbo origin, it hasn’t been fair in our existence in this country for several years now. I am Igbo. My father and mother before me, Igbos. Their fathers and mothers before them, same – Igbos.
Our people were massacred and our lands were lost to the barbarians from the North. For years, we have strived under sheer oppression and fear, but what we face now is much worse.
We are face to face with total annihilation as every day from the North there are new schemes on how to infiltrate and end our being, while from the west many mirages are stripping us of our common sense. I am just a young fellow who has never been in any war or had any combat experience. I have no idea how politics works or even how to defend a Nation. What I know is how to preserve our being for the next generation.
I beseech you all. All Igbos. Home, Abroad! Wherever you may find yourself. I beg you all to forgo the foul stench of selfishness and greed inherited from the foreigners who invaded our lands and stole our prestige and honor. This “mine” concept is alien to us. Retrace your steps. Find your roots.
We need to stop and think for a second; where are we headed? Where are these once great people going to? Many of us leave the posh lifestyle – fly wherever you like whenever you like, spend all you can when you can, party and toss money in the air, acting like you just don’t care. You act like freaking puppets in a carnival show, adorned with your designers’ outfits and cruising in your over-priced road hazards.
Wake up my once great people! We need to think of tomorrow. Echi d’ime… and we are the ones responsible. Wake up great men and women of the Igbo race.
- Train your minds to love.
- Love your brothers and sisters with all your heart.
- Love each other so hard so we can protect ourselves from the waves in front of us.
Yes, God has indeed got us and we are God’s chosen people, but our God did not create cowards, slackers, and weaklings. He created a strong body of people. Together we can conquer all foes.
- Teach the younger generation charity.
- Teach them how to fish.
- Teach them how to farm.
- Teach them how to hunt.
- Teach them how to nurture.
- Teach them how to dance.
- Teach them how to play.
- Teach them how to laugh.
- Teach them how to fight.
- Teach them how to love.
- Teach them how to live.
- Teach them that without each other there is no other.
- Teach them that the IGBO Race will never die.
I believe in the Igbo race. I believe together we can achieve greatness. I believe that our numbers are vast and together we will overcome the enemies at the gate. If my words cannot boost your morale to fight for what’s right and our history cannot also, let the love you have for your children, born and unborn, sway your hearts to the direction of hope and unity.
Let the Sun Rise once again in all of the Igboland. Let Love Lead us to our promised land. Let shouts of victory fill our streets and the sounds of string and bass instruments surround the atmosphere. Let the world know and believe that the sleeping tiger has once again awoken. Igbo bu Agu!
Chi gozie anyi!
Written by Khocee Wilson-Ejikeme