I hear the awesome cry of chaos and the rushing chase of my forlorn horsemen arrows of war, yet my eyes has refused to make the 360 degrees backwards gaze. It doesn't matter if the falcon`s wings has been shelled heavily with
the bullets of afflictions, the falcon will still walk on the air again.
It is a long unassuming walk to freedom, I will still fancy my chances and take them by the bull`s horn. A time will come when generations yet unborn will hear my story of bravery. Freedom is not gotten on a platter of gold, I must pay the bold price that hangs on it's neck.
By Bulututu Ozuah
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