Posted by Njoku Chukwuemeka on
Amidst the mangled bodies
A swarm of flies
Amidst the ashes
A light arose
The fire that had his home stead aglow
With thunderous voice he spoke
Awe in the heart of his sworn foes
The resounding voice of the rising Sun
Odenigbo!
Anu a na agba egbe o na akpa nri!
He charged!
He yelled!
He fought!
‘The lion of the tribe of Biafra’
The man, the seer of tomorrow
Which tens of seasons after
The creeks have began to see.
To his Chi he is gone
Oke Oji has fallen
What a sound he made
Yet the forest remains to mourn.
Rays will appear
With these others will spring forth
Where these birds return to.
Dike diora mma!
Laa na udo!
Odum ebo Biafra!
Dike ochi agha!
Ka eme sia o!