He pointed far east as he innocently asked “where is that dark place?”
I couldn’t answer straight , because as at few days back my mind still battled between Hopes and Impediments, but its dying.
I am a soldier, my fight began at the Anthills of the Savannah, my cause wasn’t to be a Man of the people nor to prove power, I wasn’t even married then, but then Marriage is a private affair.
The few combats we won and the shots I narrowly escaped were signs that I was saved by an Arrow of God. Yes, I may have comfortably survived Dead men’s path but inside me I was No longer at ease.
Everyday I missed home, The Flute, The Drum.
I searched steadily for Civil Peace but somewhere inside, my heart told me Beware soul brother, its a “torn freedom”.
And finally, the day the fight was lost, the day a part of me was lost, the day I came home, was the day I realized that Things fall apart. Although I haven’t given up, but I am tired.
And for my little grandson, the next time he pointed far east and asked me “where is that dark place?”
I simply smiled and replied There was a country.
In loving memory of Prof. Chinua Achebe (1930 – 2013)
as penned by:
Nwanguma Ogo (Sic)