BIAFRA IS DEAD, STOP FUNDING ITS FUNERAL!
By Maazi Umeh
Biafra has become a business.
A very lucrative, tax-free, blood-soaked business.
Yesterday, today, and, except we wake up, forever.
Anybody who stands in front of a microphone or opens a GoFundMe and promises you “I will bring Biafra” is a certified 419.
Full stop.
They are not freedom fighters; they are content creators who have discovered the one topic that makes Igbo people open their wallets faster than a Lagos babe hears the words “Dubai ticket.”
Uwazuruike built houses in Owerri and London with your “solidarity levies.”
Nnamdi Kanu went from selling CDs in Peckham to flying private jets with your £10 monthly “standing order for Biafra.”
Simon Ekpa sits in Finland, wearing a designer agbada, collecting dollars while sending boys with no shoes to die on the bad roads for “no retreat, no surrender.”
Even the new ones, the Ngozises, the fresh prophets of liberation, have all mastered the formula:
Shout “Biafra!” Igbo heart skips, wallet opens, they upgrade their iPhone.
They know the code.
They know “Biafra” is the original Igbo mumu button.
Press am, and sense flies out the window, money flies into their accounts.
Let me say it in plain English and plain Igbo so nobody will claim he didn’t hear:
No Biafra is coming.
Not in 2025, not in 2050, not in 3000 AD.
The South-East does not have the military capacity to fight and win a war against Nigeria.
The United Nations is not holding any referendum for us.
Even if the UN wakes up tomorrow and says “Okay, referendum,” the same people collecting your money today will be the first to run to Abuja and collect ministerial appointment to “monitor the process.”
We do not need liberation from anybody.
Nigeria wu oke anyị – it truly belongs to us as much as it belongs to anyone else.
And we are too stubborn, too clever, too industrious to be begging for crumbs.
Anyị ga-eketa oke anyị with our full chest.
We will take our share – presidency, oil blocks, contracts, appointments, everything – the law allows – and even the ones it doesn’t allow, we will still collect am sharp sharp.
Our fathers tried secession in 1967.
Three million of them paid with their lives.
We will never disrespect that sacrifice by allowing smooth-talking hustlers to drag us into another slaughter just to buy new Range Rovers.
What we need now is not another war.
What we need is work.
Build factories in Nnewi, Onitsha, Aba, Ideato, Abakiliki, and Nsukka etc.
Turn Ala Igbo into the Dubai of Africa with our own hands, our own money, our own sense.
Let every young man who is shouting “Biafra or death” on Facebook carry a shovel and build one factory.
Let every woman who sends £50 to “Eastern Security Network” use that money to send her younger brother to skill acquisition.
Ala Igbo must stand tall, not because we ran away, but because we built it brick by brick until the world has no choice but to respect us.
No more donations to professional agitators.
No more dying for men who will never send their own children to the front line.
No more allowing our pain to be turned into another man’s profit.
Biafra is dead.
Long live the Igbo nation – alive, prosperous, unbreakable, inside or outside anywhere.
Ala Igbo ga-adi mma.
Ala Igbo ga-adi ebube.
Ala Igbo ga-adi ruo mgbe ebighẹbi!
– Maazi Chikwado Umeh
