It was an evening and the coldness of the moon had sent everyone in. The wind blew, and the moon released its pitches of ice.
I stood up to head in when I heard the scream of distant siblings. The cries went more intense and beckoning. Alas! Men in masked faces drew nigh to my path with the wood of fiery fire. Mazi Okemba's fortress fell, Mr. Akaji's edifice perceived the hotness of flames, and my under-constructive building took an original state. Men's fortune danced to the rhythm of the ablaze.

My God! It was the uncircumcised Northerners. Using their sword as though they were invited to wrestle with Jet Li. Every strike of their sword created a bloody impact on my brothers.
Heads ran out from their members to a separate world to await decaying. Little girls who never knew men were enjoyed; tearing down their walls and leaving them in the pain of abuse.

"Oh, great Elephants (Enyimba)! The descendants of the kingdom of the setting sun.
Full of strength but your enemies have come upon you in the time of ignorance; while at sleep, you have tasted your blood as a morning palm wine. Also, have your fortune be snatched away from you. Your sons and daughters are killed when they believe to have a father for their defense. Your wives, sexual mannequins for men of the foreskin at your face."

Father couldn't do anything. Mother's love failed this time. With each drop of blood that came out of my brother's body, they rejoiced that seven virgins had been given to them as the Koran said.