😭 A Painful Tribute to Buhari – From an Igbo Heart 💔

😭 A Painful Tribute to Buhari – From an Igbo Heart 💔

😭 A Painful Tribute to Buhari – From an Igbo Heart 💔

Now that Muhammadu Buhari is gone, the world will say many things—some will praise, others will mourn. But as an Igbo, I carry a different kind of sorrow. Not for his death, but for what his life meant to my people.

Buhari wasn’t just a former president. To us, he was a symbol of pain we never healed from. During the Civil War, he was a young officer on the side that dropped bombs on our homes, blocked food and medicine, and watched as millions of Biafran children with empty stomachs faded into silence. That pain didn’t end in 1970. It followed us.

As president, we hoped he would make things right. We hoped he would treat us like citizens again. But instead, we saw our young brothers gunned down during peaceful protests in Port Harcourt, Asaba, Nkpor, Onitsha, Ngwa High School, and Afara-Ukwu. I still remember the videos—bodies lying cold, flags soaked in blood, mothers crying in agony.

And then came his words—he called the South East “a dot in a circle.” That sentence broke something in many of us. It wasn’t politics anymore. It was rejection. It was erasure.

I do not dance because he is gone. But I weep because the justice we begged for never came. The apology never came. The healing never came.

Rest, Buhari. As you journey to meet your Maker, may you finally see the faces of the children in Asaba… the voices of the boys in Afara-Ukwu… and the mothers who still sleep with pain in their chest.

😭 May Nigeria never forget.