
15/01/2025
*IT'S ANOTHER MOMENT*
It is yet another moment, a day of veneration in the core of our nation, wherein even time itself stoops to pay obeisance. The air whispers valour, the soil bears the weight of sacrifice and the sky doffs its sombre helmet to salute the Nigerian Armed Forces.
Today, we gather to reconnect with the strands of bravery which bond us to our heroes. From world war to homely brawls you held tough lines of command through the foothills to the eaglets' mountains down the blooded woods of vampires. It is to those who hu**ed the challenge of shielding their land with their blood. It's a moment to pause, reflect and allow gratitude to well up like a river within the valleys of memory.
Can we please have a moment of grave silence? That is for the lost flesh, frames and fluid doing years behind the earth and may the heavens take the spirit of those righteous soldiers that passed over, no longer living and couldn't run when the reapers’ sword came to get them but left with silent teardrops rolling our gutters. Deep aches and coloured tears squeezed from our pores of penury, like the rain on parched earth. As day rises and night falls for the rest of our life fragments, we will miss your present. As life slips off we will still mourn you on this day every year while wishing you all a better home in our hearts and heaven.
Let pour out some liquid, symbolising our connection in a time of consideration for loss reflection, assuring them that the love is here. We will rep and not quit the field till we leave for the same reason to see your lovely smiles. When men fall, everyone loses and tears rule the wards and barracks. Tears are the balm of the mourners for those taken by jaws of peril, the claws of sudden vile and vexed venom of slugs’ songs, each dropping a story of lost hope, lost dreams, lost love and lost families in the time of void. Tears are for the ones who have fallen and left a vacuum, a haunting melody that lingers in the hearts of those remaining.
Can we hold up for prayers? For sacred champions in troops away with helmets and boots, leaving behind families back home with prayers and hope for their safety. This is our salute to the remainders whose conscience and patriotism held on to service instead of mutiny. The gallant ones who take further the great deeds of their comrades and fallen heroes. No retreat no surrender, when lowered between the deep blue sea and the devil, many on the air without wings and others trapped in heated armour, cooked by the scorching sun, yet still cuddled to their ordnance on the post. It's to them, that the heroes passed the baton to carry on their comradeship as freedom disciples to hold salutes today for those who are gone with bullets, swords and thorns in their flesh. Through you, the service is kept as a living promise to represent their life to the fullest. Bearing the burden of remembrance and the mantle of courage, standing firm in the face of hardened days. Every lost friend is a price to march ahead, for every fight given, they carry the hope of a better nation. Their resolve has not shaken, and their hearts have been steeled by the sacrifices laid by those who came before them. This is just a moment to let you all know that we love you. When you shine as warriors, we shine as citizens.
Can we put on our candle? For the brothers and sisters behind the dark wards scribbling rhymes in the critical confinement, holding onto hope that one day their words will open the chains around them and allow them to say goodbye to Mercy Land. It is a moment to remember the silent battles fought within the haunted eyes of those who survived the roar of war. They walk among us, their minds bleached by the cacophony of gunfire and the cries of the battlefield. In quiet corners, they relive the horrors buried in their marrows, their souls yearning for peace through our aids. Their essence is eternal, sewn into the fabric of our nation, armed with hope and promise. Their sacrifice is the flame that lights our darkest nights, to the price of peace and the load of patriotism. Let us never forget them, for even when scars may not be visible, their pain is a wound in the nation's conscience.
Can we take a moment of truth, to everyone out there who lost their providers in this cause of our salvation, we owe you all our golden hearts and caring hands. For the children and mothers alike, caught in the crossfire of their benefactors in the lifecycle they never asked for.... For the ones whose innocence was stolen by the naked street without help. Too many young girls and mothers are held in a system that turned its back on them. For the little hearts that never knew a father’s love, never learned to dream, their paths shaped instead by the shadows of almsgivers and unfriendly friends. Would you spare a thought for the single mothers running amuck, holding a son in the street bleeding and crying a song of sorrow to the deep and deafening ears of onlookers? Dear mother in a father and a wife in a husband bearing the weight of two worlds, trying to be a dad who was plucked by war rituals. Let us now pause to not just mourn but to rekindle the hope flame that ignites their hearts for those who walk through the valley of despair for the sacrifices of our nationhood.
Can we have a moment of peace? For every mortal who fell with our flag in the red line of offensive vengeance, others creeping with peeled elbows and broken knees without a cap but married to their barrels in wanting weather and those who stood on with bleeding limbs to raise the waving flag of freedom. This is for those lost in the belliphonic wartime, only leaning on endurance, bleeding in seizure but sworn never to give in, instead, they live to die slowly for our nation’s secret of liberty
This is another moment to weave these threads of sacrifice, courage and loss into our vest of gratitude. The Nigerian Armed Forces Remembrance Day, January 15, is not just any date like any other day, it is a call to unity and a reminder of the price paid to keep us here. As we drop our wreaths, bow our heads in prayer, and raise our voices in songs, let’s pledge to honour their memory with action to uphold the ideals they fought for. Today we remember that tomorrow we must strive to be worthy of their sacrifices.
*This is specially for the lost heroes, veterans, active men and women and those left to bear the pains of the past.*
Hurray to Heroism
By
*Nsa Ekpenyong*