Sing the song of peace

If any day, our differences climb to a peak and i tell you I'm ready for war, please, ignore me. If i say it a second time, turn, look at me, and walk away.

If i leave and return with more voices and hands, singing angry anthems and beating drums of war, please, do not nod or dance to our rhythms. ignore us please.

If my ego wakes my pride to chants of victory as they hurl allegations of cowardice and weakness at you, make sure you stop and listen to them, but with blocked ears. Please.

When night falls that same day, come to me, with the humility of the loser and a coward you are. Sit down and tell me about Syria. Tell me about Iraq. Tell me about Gaza. Tell me about Libya. Tell me about Liberia.Tell me about Sudan. Tell me about Somalia. Tell me about Angola. Tell me about Rwanda. Tell me about Biafra. Tell me about war.



Tell me how much you know about it and what it does to a people. Tell me about wounds that will never get healed. Tell me about broken hearts that'll never mend. Tell me about homes that will never be found. Tell me about loved ones who became ghosts. Tell me about hopes and dreams that became ashes. Tell me about memories that will forever haunt those who carry it.

Please, do not go until you see a tear fall from my eyes. Allow me to soak it all in, the raw realities of war. Then, rise and walk away, like a true warrior.
                                                                           Written by
           Okwudinka Chinonso Nuel (A theology student of Iwene Tansi Seminary)