Iyorwuese Hagher
Today is my birthday, but for the first time in decades, I am speechless. It is time to set aside speeches and celebrations and to mourn. I mourn for my Motherland, Nigeria. Yelewata is the tipping point. Yelewata is the watershed between peace and a war declared against the motherland.
Yelewata is the new reality where humanity is overthrown by barbarity. I mourn that my homeland, Nigeria, has rejected the advice and counsel of its intellectuals.
Yelewata is appalling, invidious, dreadful, defiling, provocative, and sickening.
Let me mourn all the victims of this senseless civil war of aggression, deprived of their humanity, whose de-individualized, disposable, and negligible bodies were hurriedly buried into the soil without a shroud or coffin. Yelewata has diminished us all from being human to being beasts.
There will be plenty of time to speak out and again talk truth to power. When that time comes, we all shall heed Mother Nigeria’s call to rise and serve across different tribes, religions, and tongues.
So, readers of my fiction and non-fiction books worldwide, please allow me to keep my lips sealed as hot tears fill my eyes with anger, misery, rage, and outrage.
Silence now! And more Silence
Iyorwuese Harry Hagher.
Dayton, Ohio, USA.
