They shot at unarmed people trying to remember their fallen heroes. They killed them in cold blood. Young boys, who only wanted to have their stories heard.
I saw it all. My life was threatened. I ran like a mad man. I hid.
I was made to treat the wounded, without police report. I thought I was going to be shot dead by the same soldiers who shot at the wounded that I was made to treat.
We hustled for tools, blood and, ambulance to transport those that we were able to resuscitate, under severe pressure, to bigger hospitals where they would get specialist care.
Soldiers were stationed, positioned, along the streets like there was a war going on.
Young boys with nothing but, Biafran colours and songs were shot and killed.
News men were denied access. And holding a phone meant being shot at.
I was made to put my own life at risk; what's if the soldiers who shot the IPOB guys, came and fired at the junior doctor who had no hand in the violence, a terrified doctor who was only trying to save lives?
Today was bloody and the streets are still red with blood. I saw flying bullets. I saw people being burnt.
Nigeria is burning but, we all are not talking about it. We are all on Facebook talking about other things and taking selfies.
The soldiers shot people and took their bodies away. They went to the hospitals and took away the wounded perhaps, to shoot them, some more. I was told that some of the guys we referred were taken away from the hospital where we sent them to .
Today, I've seen it all and I know that my country is in trouble. Those IPOB guys may never forget. And that's my fear.
I only want peace. Let's not turn this place into another war zone.
Nnaemeka Ugwu!
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