Brother, why do we fight like we are not flesh of flesh? Blood of blood. Bone of bone. Like if the time came I would not go to war for you or catch a thousand bullets just to keep you safe.
Brother, why do we push these words at each other like we are not of the same womb?
Brother, why do we use our truths like knives?
Why does this distance exist between us?
Why are we worlds apart on the same planet?
―Ezinne Orjiako, Nkem