THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN: CHAPTER 1 (THE APOCALYPSE)

CHAPTER ONE (APOCALYPSE) WAH! WAH! WAH! Was the sound of the plane that passed. We looked above, and it was the air raiders. They were raiding Biafra, and we were not surprised. It wasn't the first time, but this time around, it was disastrous. Umuahia had fallen, and it was the end of it—the war—for us. I remember a woman saying it was because of the oil, another saying it was because of the saboteurs who kept finding us. There was chaos, and I couldn't find Ngozi. Ngozi was the houseboy my husband-to-be had hired to take care of me and my son, Onwuka, while he went away on business before the war broke out. I was still searching for my boys when Nigerian soldiers, carrying the casualties of Biafran soldiers, passed by. We all went into hiding. We heard the Nigerian soldiers saying aloud that we should come out of hiding. The war was lost, and they would spare our lives. They still held on to our beloved Land of the Rising Sun. Everything was lost—the Biafran pound, the oil, even our self-esteem. Then it was General Odumegwu Ojukwu's voice on the radio telling us to join him in the Biafran Anthem. The anthem filled the silence. We knew we were going to die, so we sang with tears in our eyes. Land of the Rising Sun, we love and cherish,Beloved homeland of our brave heroes;We must defend our lives or we shall perish,We shall protect our hearts from all our foes.But if the price is death for all we hold dear,Then let us die without a shred of fear. The anthem was over, and we came out of hiding. Hoping to take them unawares, we released our OGBUNIGWE (the one that kills a crowd), but the Nigerian soldiers weren't there. Only then did we realize that we had been sabotaged, and we ran back into hiding. The Nigerian soldiers came out amidst amusement and mocked us, repeating the sixth line of our anthem: "Then let us die without a shred of fear." We were hurt. Still trying to recover from the shock, a gunshot was heard, and a woman dropped dead. It was Mama Emeka. Just then, I was tapped from behind. It was Ngozi, carrying Onwuka in his arms. As I was about to speak, a shrapnel was released, and it caused chaos. As I was running, I saw Ndubuisi, my husband-to-be. He was staggering, and I couldn't find his left arm. Onwuka, my three-year-old son, saw his father and ran towards him, but the shrapnel had done its worst to him. The world seemed blank. I just stood there. Ngozi ran to check on Onwuka, hoping he was still alive. I was still standing there in shock when the air raiders let loose. It was raining bombs. Then I realized that I had to save Ngozi. I ran to help him up, but then there was an explosion. It affected my ear, and blood trickled down my body from my ear. Ngozi was gone.I was filled with agony. I landed on my waist after the explosion so hard that I dislocated my hip. Ndubuisi tapped me, and I was brought back to reality. I bent down and picked up Onwuka's head. His face still wore a smile because of the joy of seeing his father, and his eyes remained open because death had come so suddenly. I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

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