Until They Sincerely Apologize To Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe.

Until They Sincerely Apologize To Dr. Nnamdi Azikiwe.

And it shall come to pass,
that no restoration, no clarity, no lifting of the ancient burden shall descend upon those bound by inherited delusion.

Until they set apart three days of atonement,
to confront the grievous wrong they wrought against the son of Obed,
the man whose wisdom stood as a wall between them and the abyss that hung open before their feet.

Until they kneel in ashes and admit the sin of slandering the sage
who discerned the path of ruin long before the multitudes scented smoke on the wind;
the man who saw the harvest of death approaching while others danced to the drums of illusion.

Until they acknowledge the betrayal of the one who built their stature in the councils of the nation,
the one who fashioned their ascendancy by the labor of his mind,
the one they repaid with scorn when hysteria conquered reason.

Thus saith the Chronicle of Truth:

The shadows that cloud their judgment were not born of heaven,
but of propaganda forged in the frenzy of war;
a war where men mistook their own echo for prophecy,
and multitudes fell to hunger, disease, and metal
while victory was proclaimed from empty altars.

Until they fall upon their knees and call upon the spirits of their ancestors,
asking deliverance from the blindness that made them spit upon the memory
of the only elder who refused to bow before deceit;
the only one who saw that pride cannot halt bullets
and slogans cannot conquer artillery.

Until they rise from repentance with eyes unclouded.

The curse shall remain.

They shall walk in circles, guided by sentiment instead of sight.

They shall cling to wounds as though they were crowns.

They shall become prey to the conjurers of empty dreams,
men who utter sacred words only to lead them toward self-ruin.

For the injustice they cast upon this singular sage; the one who nurtured them, positioned them, and labored for their prominence,
has become as a millstone hanging from the neck of their collective consciousness.

And behold, the oracle speaks again:

When the day comes that they see the truth,

When the veil is lifted and the error is confessed,

When they bow low before the memory they once defiled,
and seek forgiveness for the transgression carved deep into history,

Then shall redemption arise like dawn over a long-forsaken valley.

But if the lie is passed from father to son,
from mother to daughter,
if the myth is protected like an idol carved from sorrow,

Then shall the cycle remain unbroken.

The wandering shall continue.

The search for a savior shall lead only to the tents of false prophets.

And the ruin that visited the past shall linger upon the future
until truth is embraced and the debt to wisdom is paid.