"BIAFRA KILLED HIM"

"Everybody warned him not to go. His sister warned him. His mother also warned him. Before he was shut dead, he was cautioned. Nobody killed him. Biafra killed him"

Kosi was the only son of his father. The heir and the last bearer of his father's bloodline. His father though with 4 daughters is now childless. For the remaining part of his life he is going to live in pains, agony and regrets. He won't blame death neither is he going to blame God. He would blame only one thing. A name that epitomises loses, blood sheds and bitterness. BIAFRA.

This is what happened. Kosi has not been a careless boy anyway. Neither was he a delinquent. He is that boy that everybody wanted to be around with. Jovial, lively and sweet, he was also calm and gentle, a quality that would make him his mother's favourite. Kosi was someone to admire not because he is the only son; he is strong and handsome. But he is dead now. Biafra killed him.

He was just a little above 20 years and in a 3 year time could have taken the Hippocratic oath that will launch him into his beloved medical career. But this is bye gone. His parents are now starved of what they have longed all through their lives. Mama na Papa doctor. If Kosi knew the stakes he wouldn't have died. To everyone he is innocently ignorant.

But it was not as if Kosi was naive. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it was a journey of life and death. In fact he knew he would die. The first day he talked to his father about his innocuous journey, his father couldn't hold his fears. His response was shocking even to Kosi - "I was the only survivor in our battalion."

Kosi was shocked.

"Dad you are a veteran?" Dad nodded painfully.

He remembered fighting alongside Victor Banjo many years ago. The thought of his son picking up the risk he survived was clearly disturbing for the old man. If he lost him, he had lost everything. He didn't know how to dissuade his son. The journey was a dangerous one. Biafra is suicide. The only journey one would not set to take without first saying to his loved ones;

"Don't worry.
If I happen to die,
never mind we shall meet again."

What he said to his parents years ago, his son is saying the same to him today. He felt the real pains deeply. He was to say to his only son, "child, rest your sword" but before he succeeded, Kosi was already a corpse. Never mind, we shall meet again.

Kosi did not just die, he anticipated death, in fact he yearned for it. He sang it before he read his Grey's Anatomy, the strength it availed him was unimaginable. "For if the price is death for all we hold dear, then let us die without a shred of fear." The most powerful line in the Biafran anthem has a way to inspire fiery passion only death can dampen. Kosi sang with faith but fate came.

The day he died, 14 July 2017, everywhere was quiet even in the midst of the heavy protest. He was with his stethoscope hung to his neck. Thousands of footsteps were matching before and behind. He wore his lab coat which had a inscription on it PED. He sang with the echoing voices ALL WE ARE SAYING, GIVE US BIAFRA.

It was not long, gun shuts shook the atmosphere. A protest turned to a riot, children were seeking for cover, mothers shouting at them to lie flat. At one time a mother falls by, hit by a stray bullet, at another it was a child. Everywhere was on fire. It was the Federal Soldiers on the match, when Biafra is mentioned everyone was a terrorist; the child and her mother, the boy and his father.

Kosi did not run away. He rallied round a group of people wearing lab coats with bold prints of PED. They would pick the fallen bodies, checking to know which could be revived, bandaging injuries and offering first aid. Protest Emergency Doctors have not been more hospitable.

Kosi would revive badly injured people but when he was hit, no one could revive him. No one knew how much he sacrificed, no one knew how passionate he was, no one will remember him.But for us who know, WE SHALL NEVER FORGET.

Nigeria zoo government killed him

Heart bled. Rest on

Frankdoz9:
"BIAFRA KILLED HIM"

"Everybody warned him not to go. His sister warned him. His mother also warned him. Before he was shut dead, he was cautioned. Nobody killed him. Biafra killed him"

Kosi was the only son of his father. The heir and the last bearer of his father's bloodline. His father though with 4 daughters is now childless. For the remaining part of his life he is going to live in pains, agony and regrets. He won't blame death neither is he going to blame God. He would blame only one thing. A name that epitomises loses, blood sheds and bitterness. BIAFRA.

This is what happened. Kosi has not been a careless boy anyway. Neither was he a delinquent. He is that boy that everybody wanted to be around with. Jovial, lively and sweet, he was also calm and gentle, a quality that would make him his mother's favourite. Kosi was someone to admire not because he is the only son; he is strong and handsome. But he is dead now. Biafra killed him.

He was just a little above 20 years and in a 3 year time could have taken the Hippocratic oath that will launch him into his beloved medical career. But this is bye gone. His parents are now starved of what they have longed all through their lives. Mama na Papa doctor. If Kosi knew the stakes he wouldn't have died. To everyone he is innocently ignorant.

But it was not as if Kosi was naive. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it was a journey of life and death. In fact he knew he would die. The first day he talked to his father about his innocuous journey, his father couldn't hold his fears. His response was shocking even to Kosi - "I was the only survivor in our battalion."

Kosi was shocked.

"Dad you are a veteran?" Dad nodded painfully.

He remembered fighting alongside Victor Banjo many years ago. The thought of his son picking up the risk he survived was clearly disturbing for the old man. If he lost him, he had lost everything. He didn't know how to dissuade his son. The journey was a dangerous one. Biafra is suicide. The only journey one would not set to take without first saying to his loved ones;

"Don't worry.
If I happen to die,
never mind we shall meet again."

What he said to his parents years ago, his son is saying the same to him today. He felt the real pains deeply. He was to say to his only son, "child, rest your sword" but before he succeeded, Kosi was already a corpse. Never mind, we shall meet again.

Kosi did not just die, he anticipated death, in fact he yearned for it. He sang it before he read his Grey's Anatomy, the strength it availed him was unimaginable. "For if the price is death for all we hold dear, then let us die without a shred of fear." The most powerful line in the Biafran anthem has a way to inspire fiery passion only death can dampen. Kosi sang with faith but fate came.

The day he died, 14 July 2017, everywhere was quiet even in the midst of the heavy protest. He was with his stethoscope hung to his neck. Thousands of footsteps were matching before and behind. He wore his lab coat which had a inscription on it PED. He sang with the echoing voices ALL WE ARE SAYING, GIVE US BIAFRA.

It was not long, gun shuts shook the atmosphere. A protest turned to a riot, children were seeking for cover, mothers shouting at them to lie flat. At one time a mother falls by, hit by a stray bullet, at another it was a child. Everywhere was on fire. It was the Federal Soldiers on the match, when Biafra is mentioned everyone was a terrorist; the child and her mother, the boy and his father.

Kosi did not run away. He rallied round a group of people wearing lab coats with bold prints of PED. They would pick the fallen bodies, checking to know which could be revived, bandaging injuries and offering first aid. Protest Emergency Doctors have not been more hospitable.

Kosi would revive badly injured people but when he was hit, no one could revive him. No one knew how much he sacrificed, no one knew how passionate he was, no one will remember him.But for us who know, WE SHALL NEVER FORGET.

gud bye...
But this writter must be a poet

So Biafra killed him

Wow

Frankdoz9:
"BIAFRA KILLED HIM"

"Everybody warned him not to go. His sister warned him. His mother also warned him. Before he was shut dead, he was cautioned. Nobody killed him. Biafra killed him"

Kosi was the only son of his father. The heir and the last bearer of his father's bloodline. His father though with 4 daughters is now childless. For the remaining part of his life he is going to live in pains, agony and regrets. He won't blame death neither is he going to blame God. He would blame only one thing. A name that epitomises loses, blood sheds and bitterness. BIAFRA.

This is what happened. Kosi has not been a careless boy anyway. Neither was he a delinquent. He is that boy that everybody wanted to be around with. Jovial, lively and sweet, he was also calm and gentle, a quality that would make him his mother's favourite. Kosi was someone to admire not because he is the only son; he is strong and handsome. But he is dead now. Biafra killed him.

He was just a little above 20 years and in a 3 year time could have taken the Hippocratic oath that will launch him into his beloved medical career. But this is bye gone. His parents are now starved of what they have longed all through their lives. Mama na Papa doctor. If Kosi knew the stakes he wouldn't have died. To everyone he is innocently ignorant.

But it was not as if Kosi was naive. He knew it was dangerous. He knew it was a journey of life and death. In fact he knew he would die. The first day he talked to his father about his innocuous journey, his father couldn't hold his fears. His response was shocking even to Kosi - "I was the only survivor in our battalion."

Kosi was shocked.

"Dad you are a veteran?" Dad nodded painfully.

He remembered fighting alongside Victor Banjo many years ago. The thought of his son picking up the risk he survived was clearly disturbing for the old man. If he lost him, he had lost everything. He didn't know how to dissuade his son. The journey was a dangerous one. Biafra is suicide. The only journey one would not set to take without first saying to his loved ones;

"Don't worry.
If I happen to die,
never mind we shall meet again."

What he said to his parents years ago, his son is saying the same to him today. He felt the real pains deeply. He was to say to his only son, "child, rest your sword" but before he succeeded, Kosi was already a corpse. Never mind, we shall meet again.

Kosi did not just die, he anticipated death, in fact he yearned for it. He sang it before he read his Grey's Anatomy, the strength it availed him was unimaginable. "For if the price is death for all we hold dear, then let us die without a shred of fear." The most powerful line in the Biafran anthem has a way to inspire fiery passion only death can dampen. Kosi sang with faith but fate came.

The day he died, 14 July 2017, everywhere was quiet even in the midst of the heavy protest. He was with his stethoscope hung to his neck. Thousands of footsteps were matching before and behind. He wore his lab coat which had a inscription on it PED. He sang with the echoing voices ALL WE ARE SAYING, GIVE US BIAFRA.

It was not long, gun shuts shook the atmosphere. A protest turned to a riot, children were seeking for cover, mothers shouting at them to lie flat. At one time a mother falls by, hit by a stray bullet, at another it was a child. Everywhere was on fire. It was the Federal Soldiers on the match, when Biafra is mentioned everyone was a terrorist; the child and her mother, the boy and his father.

Kosi did not run away. He rallied round a group of people wearing lab coats with bold prints of PED. They would pick the fallen bodies, checking to know which could be revived, bandaging injuries and offering first aid. Protest Emergency Doctors have not been more hospitable.

Kosi would revive badly injured people but when he was hit, no one could revive him. No one knew how much he sacrificed, no one knew how passionate he was, no one will remember him.But for us who know, WE SHALL NEVER FORGET.

Baboons and monkeys in the ZOO killed him.




Baboons and monkeys know themselves.

Enough blood has been shed for this BIAFRA..
Nigeria should give them Biafra........