How the chance came to take our freedom back seemed like the works of our Chi. The sea winds blew and the delight was great as we hacked our captors to death. Some jumped into the blue unending sea in a bid to save their lives.

The vessel was ours but none knew how to control it. It was the part of the plan no one had thought about so we allowed the vessel roll with the wind until we got to the Dunbar Creek.

Father sighted the white men from afar. Reality hit us with a shard of its brokenness. It dawned on us that our fight was far from over. No one knew how to wield the shooting sticks—we only knew hand combat and it was no match for their sophisticated weapons.

He turned to us all and began the water song “Orimili Omambala bu anyi bia, Orimili Omambala ka anyị ga-eji la (Omambala River brought us hither and it will carry us home.” Father looked at me straight in the face, eyes unblinking and that instant, I knew what was expected of me. I wore no fear but the full regalia of defiance and strong will. He smiled and one after the other we plunged into the sleek creek, all chanting same.

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Igbos Are the Most Brilliant Black African

Indeed they're important. That's why this story tells about their woes at the hands of the slave traders.

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Igbos Are the Most Brilliant Black African