The origin of the War Eze — grief turned to lightning.
Three months on my father's seat.
His ambition dead, silence profound.
My brother is gone. Buried below my feet.
Yet - the Vodunese boots still on Niri ground.
My father kept the silence.
I have come to break the sound.
I am Amadioha Kamanu.
Second born of Kama Kamanu.
Raised in the shadow of Kamanu,
His words always there like morning dew.
He spoke of Niri's freedom. Promises carved in stone
But promise no fight wars or liberate our Niri home
He planned a hundred battles sitting in chair
Mapped the road to our freedom
Leading us nowhere
Freedom doesn't live on paper, freedom doesn't wait
And every year he delay was another year too late
Somewhere in between plans and praying for sign
My brother paid the price for father's wasted time
The strike of a Vodunese blade, and he was gone
Tell me, Father — make I still dey patient? Carry on?
Was it wisdom of an elder, or a coward’s masquerade?
Na patience remove my brother, put him early in grave.
I love father, I shout. I scream
But I go tear this whole world open before I follow him.
We spoke of old rebellions, whispers in dark
Wars we never started, matches without spark
I saw missed chances sitting heavy in his eyes
The weight of "not yet" pressing beneath Niri skies
And though he choked upon the name, my brother's spirit hung
A bitter condemnation resting quiet on tongue.
Did caution steal a life? Did all that waiting fail?
While we prayed for better winds did we raise the sail?
Somewhere in between plans and praying for sign
My brother paid the price for father's wasted time
The strike of a Vodunese blade, and he was gone
Tell me, Father — make I still dey patient? Carry on?
I love him — Chineke knows I love the man
More than I can say, more than I understand
But love won't free my people, love won't raise the dead
I no fit keep on living off things my father said
He was afraid of the lightning — I see that now
But the lightning is all I have and I no go bow
Was it wisdom of an elder, or a coward’s masquerade?
Na patience remove my brother, put him early in grave.
I love father, I shout. I scream
But I go tear this whole world open before I follow him.
I ask no forgiveness for my direction and steady gait
I am the son who loves you but cannot bear to wait
I am Amadioha Kamanu. New Eze of Canis
The storm you never was. Is...
Coming...