Waking Up in Biafra

I opened my eyes. There I was, standing in the middle of chaos. Disorder everywhere.
People running helter skelter, babies crying, women screaming.
I wish I could say that i didn't know what was happening. It seemed like someone had already secretly whispered into my ears what was going on.
Admist all the running, I met an old man under an almond tree. He let me pick up some almonds. I was afraid to pick them all. I wanted to leave some behind for the hungry people, running for their lives as well.
Boom! I heard it! It had come from afar. Another Boom! And the nearby birds joined in the flight for safety.
In all the calamity, i was fortunate enough to spot a friend's car parked along an untarred road.
I couldn't remember how far i was from home. In fact, i wasn't sure if i was still in my home town. Dead people everywhere. Their bodies like Zebras, only that their stripes were red. A deep nauseating red.
I knew the war was coming. I heard it was going to come, someday. But i hadn't expected it that soon.
He was running towards his car as i was doing same. We jumped in and he started the engine. We weren't sure where we were driving to.
All we knew is that we were driving, driving away from all the mess, if possible.
I looked through the windscreen, my heart slowly tearing apart.
I saw men and women with their luggage strapped to their backs and heads, trudging barefooted along the road. Many, already weary, stood by the road side trying to wave down any passing car.
But Chidi drove speedily past them. His eyes were watery and red.
I could see the fear in his eyes. I knew his brilliant mind was processing a lot that moment. The ride was a quiet one. Chidi never asked how i found his car.
As we sped through dusty roads and army checkpoints, i noticed how beautiful the evening skys were. Too beautiful for such an ugly day.
I sulked in the chair, tightly shutting my eyes and deep within the very soul of my being, i wished that my country could be as peaceful as the evening sky.