Unwritten Pessimism -The Second Biafran War

UNWRITTEN PESSIMISM
CHAPTER 1

T’was not a regular sunset; it was not a beautiful one either. You could feel it in the air around you; the sudden rise of the electric charge in the atmosphere that makes your hair stand on ends. The wind velocity dropping so low that the trees could fool you to believe they were part of an eerie painting, painted by an emo teen talented enough to imbibe on a canvas her opinion of life, misery and death.

Sure enough, it was the quiet before the storm; the storm that will devastate villages, towns and leave destruction in its wake. But it was a necessary storm, or was it? It was born with a single purpose of bringing in an era of change and a new beginning. Child birth is a terrible pain, a terrible pain it is; a pain compensated immediately by the new and beautiful life, filled with promise in the form of a new born life. This very storm marked the birth of something new but is it worth the cost? A price paid in blood; the blood of men, women, children and dogs. This storm marked the beginning of the end of the Second Biafran War.

“Let us live; Death is the enemy”
By: Great Okamonu