We are chained to a past we were not even present in.
In a strange case of Stockholm syndrome, we live with our abuser, for the abuser looks like us.
We fight alternatives out of ego and pride, and hold on out of fear.
An endless loop of being and living no better than our limited memories.
We look out for a saviour, but we destroy whoever dares.
Past trauma is the unifying flag of our tribe.
– Osasu Oviawe
