"They call us a dot on the map," said General Ojukwu, "and nobody's sure quite where." Inside that dot were 700 lawyers, 500 physicians, 300 engineers, 8 million poets, 2 novelists of the first rank, and God only kn
ows what else—about one-third of all the black intellectuals in Africa. Some dot. Those intellectuals had once fanned out all over Nigeria, where they had been envied and lynched and massacred. So they retreated to their homeland, to the dot.
—Kurt Vonnegut, "Biafra: A People Betrayed”. Today, May 30th, marks the 48th anniversary of the declaration of independence of that “dot” otherwise known as the Republic of Biafra. Nearly half a century later, although our wounds are yet to heal, our people, like an ore sent into a furnace for refinement, have emerged stronger and more resilient than ever before. As is our duty, we continue to remember and honor the sacrifices of those who paid with their lives and blood so that the Igbo nation may still exist to this very day.
Ozo emela. May it never happen again.