"To the many generations to come,
E n le, Ndeewo, Saanu, and to the beautiful minorities, an ancestral tongue greets you 'Hello'.
Words written with experience, not to leave you with guidelines, but to plead with you all to let love lead.
I write from a time where we all danced to the explosive rhythms of death, followed by deafening silence and screams for the songs to stop as they were far from entertaining, where lessons were taught with songs and learnt with guns.
I come from a land filled with love and wealth, which my father defended with the drums of war that turned the choir of warriors who responded to dust.
I hope this message finds you when things are beyond hard, anger is the order of the day, another war looms and all the hardship is caused once again by those in power.
I beg you to let equality win without another fight. I urge you to share and I can only hope you care enough.
To those with plenty, you are blessed solely to give and not to keep. Your talents are only going to remain hidden the more you bury your wealth. To those with less, you are to receive with gratitude and contentment, then take those wings you have been given, use them to fly and contribute to this cycle of growth. To those in power, to whom much is given, much is expected.
Yours sincerely,
Adaugo Chantelle Odumegwu,
Leader of the last batch of Achebe's, 1995,
Post civil war backline.
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