A call to arms – Daisy Odey and Kristen Haruna.

 Life dares to bloom on a plain far away, where Akin met Haruna, Haruna met Uche, and all three visited death.

In a city where the sun  rises at midnight, but sets at dawn. I hear the blood taps are still running on the hills, where Akin, Haruna and Uche were killed.

We scream, off with their heads for mutiny! They ran from a war, ran from corruption, Ran to us. They came to our homes screaming;

“I saw her guts, the womb of my mother opened. Not just bones, I saw my unborn sister, Could have been a brother, Dragged out chopped to chunks”
but what did we do? A troubled man with a troubled man, who will save who?
We said;
“Not this day, maybe tomorrow when our troubles go away” we turned our backs in innocence and our innocence became guilt.

They turned to the leaders, who brought upon us the wars, they returned to the mountains of power singing;
“it doesn't concern us that you feed fat in your homes. While we fight a gun war with arrows and stones. We know someday you’d sign treaties for peace. Forgetting those we lost to fleas, cold and disease. So please, for this, look upon us, with a little mercy”
and the mountain grumbled;
“Tied to a barrel, one wound to the chest, for running from a war being fought in the west. You lived by the sword; it’s our fault we know. But then by that sword, you also must go”

A rusty gun, a helmet, dusty boots laid on camouflage. That’s all that came home to the mother who wept into a crumpled green, white, and green flag.

Today we answer the call to arms,
 We without arms,
Our empty hands locked in unity.
Lets for today,
Tribe, religion, and, prejudice aside lay,
And Pray,
standing for our sons dying,
In the forests of the North,
 On the hills of the West,
In the rivers of the South,
lying in the cemeteries in the east.
To the dead and alive,
Nigeria acknowledges your sacrifice