{"id":116588,"date":"2022-06-25T21:01:06","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:01:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116588"},"modified":"2022-07-22T22:46:57","modified_gmt":"2022-07-23T02:46:57","slug":"hour-twelve-a-biafran-prayer-mary-pecaut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-twelve-a-biafran-prayer-mary-pecaut\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Twelve – A Biafran Prayer Mary Pecaut"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hour Twelve –\u00a0 \u00a0Beyond Biafran War\u00a0 \u00a0 Mary Pecaut<\/span><\/p>\n

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In a circle they gather <\/span><\/p>\n

on the banks of the Qua Iboe River<\/span><\/p>\n

sandaled feet firm <\/span>upon Akwa Ibom soil. <\/span><\/p>\n

Swaddled\u00a0<\/span>in colorful cloth, the Paramount\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Chief pours libations\u00a0<\/span>inviting\u00a0<\/span>ancestors and all\u00a0<\/span>that is <\/span><\/p>\n

sacred to soften the ground\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

of each being, carve out a space within\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

where a Holy presence may abide.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yoruba, Hausa, Fulani, Ijaw, Igbo,<\/p>\n

Tiv, Kanuri, Efik, Ebibio<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Like fishing nets hand-knotted<\/span><\/p>\n

not handled with proper care\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

an entanglement of one’s own making.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unravel the ropes of destiny<\/span><\/p>\n

that bind. Repair the net. Mend the ties. Release\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the snarl of past mistakes.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All that is gathered is made whole again.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

POST SCRIPT:<\/p>\n

The Nigerian Civil War (6 July 1967 \u2013 15 January 1970; also known as the Nigerian-Biafran War or the Biafran War) was a civil war\u00a0 fought between the government of Nigeria and the Republic of Biafra, a secessionist state which had declared its independence from Nigeria in 1967.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Hour Twelve –\u00a0 \u00a0Beyond Biafran War\u00a0 \u00a0 Mary Pecaut   In a circle they gather on the banks of the Qua Iboe River sandaled feet firm upon Akwa Ibom soil. Swaddled\u00a0in colorful cloth, the Paramount\u00a0 Chief pours libations\u00a0inviting\u00a0ancestors and all\u00a0that is sacred to soften the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1509,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116588","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116588","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1509"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116588"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116588\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":125134,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116588\/revisions\/125134"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116588"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116588"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116588"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}