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Sunday, June 16, 2019


By Anayo M. Nwosu

This has been one of my closely guarded secrets until recently when I remembered an Nnewi adage that “if an illment does not hide itself it should not be hidden”. I had to open up to Mrs Kada who has become a friend of mine by accident. 

I had just finished using the convenience at the Sheraton Hotel, Ikeja  Lagos and re-entered the conference room when Mrs Kada, who I guess was about 55 years old , told me that “it seems your trousers was stained in the middle”. I was wearing a tight-fitted white brocade.  Though I was embarassed, I was not prepared for her follow up questions. 

“Mr. Nwosu, it seems you have some kind of bleeding most especially after doing the hard one in the toilet?” she said with eyes laden with trust I had only seen in the eyes of Mama Obiora, my mother. Mrs Kada and I could not continue the conversation because the facilitator of the training had just started a new topic and demanded our attention. 

Bleeding from my anus started the very week I was promoted to the rank of Assistant General Manager (AGM) in a bank about 7 years ago. It started that very week I had just taken delivery of my brand new Toyota Prado SUV and 27-KVA generator from my employers as status entitlements. I was so happy that I had arrived. I had made it to the banking elite club. 

The euphoria of my new status was to disappear that same Friday night when I went to the toilet. 

I have never had haemorrhoids or “pile” all through my adult life. 

I went to toilet in peace and never had to shout or sụọ ude while defeacating even the most taggy or stubborn stump of faeces. It was for me an easy flow. Hence, I never knew what others like Johnbull, my friend, was experiencing that made hlm start smoking cigar's elder brother while defeacating. 

Mine was unique. 

I would notice a substantial amount of blood that would scare a Bible believer once I stood up to clean my anus. I was scared because I couldn't make out the coincidence with my milestone promotion.

"Devil is a liar!" I shouted. 

I couldn't even share my ordeal with my wife. 

She had expressed her fears on how close I was becoming with my very wealthy clients. That I had to do to be effective as a high performing corporate banker. I was required to represent my MD or the bank in their social functions. 

I feared my wife would accuse me of having donated my anus to be drilled by some homosexuals amongst the Lagos big boys. Who would blame her when it is believed that big men are evil?

"How can I defend myself when the symptoms just started now I'm seen with the rich, the bad and the ugly?", I thought, as my confusion increased. 

But chelu godu! How on earth can I ever allow a fellow man scatter my anus because he wants to achieve an orgasm and give me money or fame? 
My royal anus? 
The otune of Ikenga Ezenwegbu? 
Chukwu ajụ!

I cannot claim to be a sexual innocent but being a homosexual is a no-no for me. 
Na ifea ụmụ nwaanyị na-atọ? 
How can I abandon the sweet man- to-woman intercourse for ị bọ ike nsị?
Not me! 
Not an Nnewi born Prince!

I had to convince myself to visit the Reddington hospital, Victoria Island, Lagos to see a doctor. 

I insisted on seeing a male doctor because I reasoned that the case was a men's discussion.
I was afraid for my life. 
I was also thinking that "they have finally got me".

The doctor with a glove in hand and a spatula with a camera rummaged my anus down to my large intestines the way EFCC and CCB were searching for evidence to nail Onnoghen, the Chief Justice of Nigeria. 

After the endoscopy, the doctor ruled out cancer or tumour but queried haemorrhoids. He gave me some drugs and recommended that I sit on a tepid salted water periodically. 

The symptoms subsided to my relief but would return after sometime making me believe that the illness has become "ọ bili n'aja ọcha" or that "illness that follow me to my grave". 
Ọ gbarọzi aka! 
It's not normal. 
Someone must be stoking it. 

It was after my hospital appointment that I was emboldened to narrate  my ordeal to my wife who felt hurt that I ajudged her harshly. I told her why I didn't let her know of my mensuration when it first occurred. She queried why I blanked her off from my pain. The resultant beef or quarrel nearly obscured the main issue. 

And I apologised. 

I promised to be more open to her even when I chase another woman. 

That one started another quarrel. 

I didn't have the opportunity to finish my discussion with Mrs Kada, a senior staff of Bank of Agric. on that day. Something told me that she had more information for me therefore, I made an effort to meet her to reopen the topic. 

"Mr. Nwosu, you are okay. Your system is ageing and can no longer tolerate your normal eating habits", she started as I felt she was trivializing a serious matter. 

"I was suffering the same thing until my husband sent me to a hospital in Israel for a second opinion after my Nigerian doctors insisted on a corrective surgery on my anus. 

"The Israeli doctors had a different diagnosis.  
They said that my illness was a lifestyle disease which would disappear once I changed my eating habits", she said and began to give me her prescriptions and I was diligent in taking notes the way polling agents copied election results at their polling booths. 

She asked that I should ensure that I eat oranges with the fibre or garden eggs in the mornings and thereafter take a generous quantity of water before breakfast. 

I was also told to cut down on carbohydrates and meat intakes and that if I must eat them, that I should ensure that I do that with a lot of vegetables. I was told that Ụgụ and Green should be my every food companion. 

"Mr. Anayo Nwosu, always ensure you don't sit down for hours at a go. Always get up and walk around.  As you sit for hours, you tramautize the veins in your anal area in that common farthing, not even defeacating, could make then bleed", she ended. 

Mrs Kada was right. I have been sitting down much longer than long-distance drivers of Dangote trailers. They too complain of this same illness. But my own does not bring out my ọchịlị ike nsị. 

What a simple remedy! 

It was akin to Elisha's prescription to a leprous Nehman to "go and bath seven times in River Jordan". 

So easy and less expensive!

And I have been doing what Mrs Kada told me and I have stopped mensurating. 

I had also stylishly apologized to a relation who I suspected to have "jazzed" me with "issue of blood" because I had become a big man in a bank. I apologised to the person via stunning generosity.  

Who will blame me for accusing someone for attempting kill or harm me because I'm succeeding in life? Are our sicknesses and deaths of dear ones natural? 

Here in Africa we cast and bind even a natural illment. 

And we die casting and binding. 

Real salvation lies in education, science, interdependence, history and open engagement with people of same or different races, creeds or geography. 

Meanwhile, Mrs Kada is an Hausa woman married to a Fulani man. She is not Igbo or Biafran. But she has just delivered me.

Discuss your problem with someone today. Damn the possibility that the information may be mismanaged. The gain might outweigh the loss. 

I did and I'm better off.

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I am an Igbo, I was born an Igbo, I live the life of an Igbo, I come from Igbo, I speak Igbo, I like to be Igbo, I like to dress in Igbo, I eat Igbo food, my heritage, culture and tradition is Igbo, my parents are Igbo.

Am sorry I cannot help it if you hate my lineage. Am sorry I cannot help it if you detest Igbo, am sorry I cannot help it if you hate me because am Igbo. Igbo is who I am, my name is Igbo and I must die an Igbo.

You see Igbo as a threat, why? You call Igbo rapist, criminals, ritualist, prostitutes, kidnappers. You attribute all negative vices to represent Igbo? Why do you do that? You do because you feel threatened that Igbo might outrun the rest of the tribes. Why do you hate Igbo and despise us? You do that because we are creative, enlightened, hardworking, industrious, genius, intelligent, smart, rich, beautiful and amazing. But its difficult for you to admit it because you feel jealous of my race.

Igbo do not own politics, Igbo do not control the economy neither do we control the natural resources and the common wealth of the nation. You do, we don't and yet, despite the fact that you own everything, we still remain one indispensable race that has outshined the other race in all ramifications.

You fear us because you want to exterminate and annihilate our race, you deny us many things and yet we are stronger, richer and mightier. You fear us because we are everywhere. You fear us because no matter how rural a place might be, when Igbo steps in, they turn it into a Paradise. We have our own resources, which lies in resourcefulness, we do not bother you and your control over the polity, but yet when we cough you and the other race begin to shiver.

Am proud being an Igbo, am proud of my heritage and culture. Igbo means high class, Igbo means independence, Igbo means hard work and strength, Igbo means riches, Igbo means resourcefulness, Igbo means self belonging, Igbo means self esteem, Igbo means pride, Igbo means swag.

Udo diri unu umunnem.
# IgboAmaka
# AnyiBuNdiMmeri

Michael Ezeaka

This is beautiful poetry ...

In response to Alaba Ajibola, the Babcock Lecturer Hate Speech against Igbos.


In Igboland women live apart from their husbands and neither cook for them nor enter their husband's quarters when they are in their period. They are seen as unclean. Even up till today such practice is still applicable in some parts of Igboland especially by the traditionalists. Before a woman can enter the palace of Obi of Onitsha, she will be asked if she is in her period, if yes, she will be asked to stay out.

Leviticus 15: 19-20
When a woman has her monthly period, she remains unclean, anyone who touches her or anything she has sat on becomes unclean.

An Igbo man's ancestral heritage, called “Ana Obi” is not sellable, elders will not permit this. If this is somehow done due to the influence of the West the person is considered a fool and is ostracized by the community.

1 Kings 21:3
I inherited this vineyard from my ancestors, and the Lord forbid that I should sell it, said Naboth.

Igbos have practiced the taking of a late brother's wife into marriage after she had been widowed until the white men came. Now it is rarely done but except in very rural villages.

Deuteronomy 25:5
A widow of a dead man is not to be married outside the family; it is the duty of the dead man's brother to marry her.

In Igboland, there is a unique form of apprenticeship in which either a male family member or a community member will spend six (6) years (usually in their teens to their adulthood) working for another family. And on the seventh year, the head of the host household, who is usually the older man who brought the apprentice into his household, will establish (Igbo: idu uno) the apprentice
by either setting up a business for him or giving money or tools by which to make a living.

Exodus 21:2
If you buy a Hebrew slave, he shall serve you for six years. In the seventh year he is to be set free without having to pay you anything.

In Igboland , the yam is very important as it is their staple crop. There are celebrations such as the New yam festival (Igbo: Iri Ji) which are held for the harvesting of the yam. New Yam festival (Igbo: Iri ji) is celebrated annually to secure a good harvest of the staple crop. In the olden days it is an abomination for one to eat a new harvest before the festival. It's a tradition that you give the gods of the land first as a thanksgiving.

Deuteronomy 16:9
Count 7 weeks from the time that you begin to harvest the crops, and celebrate the harvest festival to honor the lord your God, by bringing him a freewill offering in proportion to the blessing he has given you. Celebrate in the Lord's presence together with your children, servants, foreigners. Be sure that you obey my command, said the Lord.

In Igboland it's a tradition that the male children are circumcised on the 8th day. This tradition is still practiced till date.

Leviticus 12:3
On the eighth day, the child shall be circumcised.

In Igboland, there is a practice known as "ile omugwo ". After a woman has given birth to a child, a very close and experienced relative of hers, in most cases her mother is required by tradition to come spend time with her and her husband. During which she is to do all the work of the wife, while the new mom's only assignment to the baby will be to breastfeed. This goes on for a month or more. In the Igbo old tradition, at this time, the new mom lives apart from her husband, would not cook or enter his quarters.

Leviticus 12:1-4
For seven days after a woman gives birth, she is ritually unclean as she is during her monthly period. It will be 33 days until she is ritually clean from the loss of blood; she is not to touch anything that is holy.


The Igbo tribe is in a serious problem and danger of extinction for the following reasons:

50% of Igbos are born outside Igbo land. Meaning that those children are not likely to live and work in Igbo land and cannot speak Igbo language but foreign language (Yoruba, Hausa, French, English).

40% of Igbos girls between the age of 25 & 45 are single with no hope of marriage because 35% of Igbo boys live overseas and they have all married white ladies.

75% of Igbo youths leave Igbo land every year in search of opportunities in Yoruba, Hausa land or overseas.

85 % of Igbos have family houses and own investments outside Igbo land. They strongly believe in one Nigeria but failed to know that NO Yoruba or Hausa man has a family house or investment in Igbo land.

Igbos are the only people who believe that living outside their land is an achievement.

Igbos are the only tribe that celebrate their tradition outside their land e.g. Eze Ndi Igbo, Igbo Village in America and this is because they have family homes in foreign lands.

Igbos have failed to know that the children you have outside Igbo land especially overseas will never think of living in Igbo land. So what happens to the properties you are building for them when you are gone?

Igbos are the only tribe who see their land as a place to visit or a tourist site than a place to work and live.

Igbos are the only tribe who instead of promoting and appreciating their culture through movies and documentaries they have sought to ridicule it by portraying rituals, killings, wickedness, love for money and other social vices which were not originally inherent in our culture thereby cursing more harm than actually promoting their culture.

Igbos are the only people who without hesitation believe their history and description when it is told or written by an enemy or a foreigner. E.g. that you do not love yourselves or that you love money.

Igbos are the ONLY largest tribe on earth who fought for their independence and failed to achieve their freedom after 40 years.

Igbos are the only tribe who fails to honour their brave heroes and heroines especially the innocent children starved to death during the Biafran war.

Igbos are the only tribe who embraced their enemy after a bloody civil war and subsequently become slaves.

Igbos do not find it necessary to teach their own version of history to their children.

Igbos fight for marginalisation in Nigeria but has no collective strength or teeth to bite.

Igbos how long are you going to fight for your relevance in Nigeria?

How long are you going to fight for a functional airport, rail networks and other structural establishments that underpin sustainable development?

How long are you prepared to wait for your enemy to guide you to your destiny?

Oh Igbos!
Where are your leaders?

Unfortunately, none of them live and work in Igbo land. If you wish to save the future of your children, your identity, your generation and your race then you need freedom and that freedom is Biafra.

Ukpana Okpoko gburu bu nti chiri ya!

By Chime Eze

The Igbo: We die for causes, not for personalities

Written by Emeka Maduewesi

~on fb. 28th September, 2016.

The Igbo will never die for anyone. We will not even riot for anyone. But the Igbo will die for any cause they believe in because the Igbo have a true sense of justice and a determination to obtain it.

The Igbo will not riot because one of their own lost an election. Operation Wetie was the Western response to a massively rigged 1965 election. The Yoruba doused fellow Yorubas in petrol and burnt them alife. Properties were burnt with occupants. The Igbo will never do this.

In 1983, the Yoruba went on a rampage again over the massive rigging by NPN. Lifes were lost and properties destroyed. The riots were over personalities.

Contrast that with Anambra State where Chief Emeka Ojukwu was rigged out by his own NPN, who also rigged out Chief Jim Nwobodo. The Igbo did not protest because the goat's head is still in the goat's bag.

In the North, ba muso was the battle cry when Sultan Dasuki was imposed on the Sokoto Caliphate. The riot and protest lasted for days and crippled economic activities.

The Igbo will riot over issues and causes. The Aba Women Riot was over Tax. The Enugu coal mine riot was about conditions of service. The Ekumeku Uprising was over British colonialization.

Those of "Ekumeku" ancestry - Umu Eze Chima and Umu Nri - were at the forefront of the struggles for Nigerian independence, with people like Dr. A A Nwafor Orizu and Chief Osita Agwuna serving prison terms. Any struggles the parents could not conclude is continued by the children by other means.

The Biafran war was a response to the genocide. The war in fact was brought upon us. The battlefield was Eastern Region. The war ended in 1970 but the issues and causes were not resolved. That is where we are today.

The Igbo will also jointly rise to fight evil in their midst. They did it in Onitsha in the 1980's, Owerri in the 90's, and with Bakkassi in the 2000.

The Igbo will not die for any man. But the Igbo will stand by any man who symbolizes their cause and their pursuit of justice. Even if the man dies, the struggle continues, and like the Ekumeku warriors, the children will pick up the baton from their parents.

This is the Igbo I know, the Igbo I am, and the Igbo we are. This is my story. Feel free to tell yours.


"My boy, may you live to your full potential, ascend to a dizzy height as is possible for anyone of your political description in your era to rise. May you be acknowledged world-wide as you rise as an eagle atop trees, float among the clouds, preside over the affairs of fellow men.... as leaders of all countries pour into Nigeria to breathe into her ear.

But then, Chuba, if it is not the tradition of our people that elders are roundly insulted by young men of the world, as you have unjustly done to me, may your reign come to an abrupt and shattering close. As you look ahead, Chuba, as you see the horizon, dedicating a great marble palace that is the envy of the world, toasted by the most powerful men in the land, may the great big hand snatch it away from you. Just as you look forward to hosting the world’s most powerful leader and shaking his hands, as you begin to smell the recognition and leadership of the Igbo people, may the crown fall off your head and your political head fall off your shoulders.

None of my words will come to pass, Chuba, until you have risen to the very height of your power and glory and health, but then you will be hounded and humiliated and disgraced out of office, your credibility and your name in tatters forever...”


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