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When We Were Kings

When We Were Kings

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Published by Chiedu Ifeozo

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Published by: Chiedu Ifeozo on Dec 20, 2012
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When we were kings
By Chiedu Ifeozo.I was taught to close my eyes when I pray. It would help youfocus, it would help you meditate, they said. So I did. I closed myeyes, in hope and in faith. We grew taller while we watchedothers fall. They had faith like I did and I struggled to understandwhy their story was different from mine. Did they not prayenough, did God not love them like he did me?When we were kings, there was nothing we couldn’t do, we builtspaceships with the dining table chairs, and soared through thestars with imaginary fears. Everyday our vision was painted onthe blank canvas of our minds. Fear, faith, anger, love. I neverunderstood the scenes before my eyes. My country had peoplebut somehow it wasn’t that simple, even my neighbors were to beseen as the others. Not another Nigerian.We reached a place where we believed that this land owed usnothing, so we expected nothing. That’s just the way it had to be.But when we were kings, all the words we spoke were the same,voltron was the one you dare not test and captain planet thoughtus to be the best. I've asked myself what it means to be Nigerianbut in-between the lines that describe our identity; we've foundan empty definition, one we can scarcely believe in.Now we struggle for sanity in a society that has lost the ability tocare. Nothing shocks us anymore, broken promises, brokendreams; we've grown used to it all. You see, sticks and stonesmay break their bones but tomorrow we'll wake up and hug ourown, close our eyes and thank the lord that it wasn’t anyone weknow. They were just Nigerians.When we were kings, I was taught to believe. That my dreamswere not just a mere figment of my imagination. I want to believe,

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