They did not come with cutlass,
They came with minutes.
They did not break the gate,
They rewrote who owns the gate.
Brother said 'Ka anyi dobe ya na umunna'
While your sweat held the wall from falling.
You were sixteen holding a compound,
They were forty learning how to claim it.
Custom is not loud,
It is written.
Trust Deed is not war,
It is memory that cannot be bribed.
So write it down.
Farm, name, line, land.
Who planted, who preserved.
Or they will erase you
In a meeting you never heard of.
CEMALUK | Tony Cemaluk Egbuonu
From CHAPTER 4: THE DUTY OF THE DI OKPALA IN MODERN IGBOLAND
ODNNNN 2026
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