Supporting Femi Aribisala’s call for a United Southern Nigeria, Ndigbo should consider those Yorubas that are in love with the daughters of Ojukwu.
I just read Femi Aribisala’s take on the Biafran struggle; Mr Aribisala, that famous “apostate” who has challenged the scriptures and theology in ways most people dare not. His thesis on the union of Ndigbo nation and the Oodua nation is most definitely a sound deposition. The fulcrum of his discourse is what I am really excited to share with you.
The civil war ended years ago; many of those fanning the embers of division and mayhem were not even alive when these things happened. You have sworn to visit the sins of Awolowo on the Yoruba, yet Awolowo does not represent the Yoruba race neither does he represent my family. Awolowo represented the idea of true federalism and the need for regions to work for their food. In his bid to protect this mandate, he may have stepped on Ojukwu’s wishes and created a widening rift between us, but I digress.
The most important part of the issues he raised is ethnic intermarriage. Wait, don’t you guys just love Igbo girls? Ehn, eyin omo Oodua, they say a man who has not been to Ojukwu’s farm is the one that claims that Awolowo’s farm is the largest. Am I the only one who has sleepless nights over girls from Imo Or Bayelsans or Deltans? And Nd’Igbo, is it the same for you? Are you telling us all you want are your Igbo girls? Don’t you wonder about Bisola, Romoke, Dupe, Omolabake and the rest? Let us not lose this opportunity for mixing soup! I want to believe I am like Samson; I love “foreign” products and I am sure the import duty will increase if eventually we tear ourselves apart.
For the love of Edimah! For the love of Edobong, Nkechi and Chinenye, I appeal that we bury this hatchet and suspicion that we hold against each other. Maybe someday, our Northern brothers would find taste for this African salad, but till then let’s find common ground and become indivisible forces that post-colonial and northern powers cannot tear apart.
I know this is selfish but every night I wonder what would be my fate if I cannot pick a random bus to Warri just to feast my eyes on the comely sights of rich, black, endowed maidens of the Delta. This is where my argument for one Nigeria rests: for the love of interracial bedmatics and all the beautiful Nd’Igbo women in my life. Let’s close the book of Awolowo and open a new book, you can pick the name! Igbo kwenu!!!
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