Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Biafra releases 20 MOST WANTED NIGERIAN WAR CRIMINALS LIST + more updates

Naomi Litvin
Hunting War Criminals
In response to the Islamic government of Nigeria posting a most wanted list of Biafrans that includes Mrs. Nnamdi Kanu, Indigenous Leader of Biafra's wife, I have posted the twenty most wanted war criminals on Biafra's list. These ruthless, dangerous men remind us of The Top 10 Most Wanted Nazi War Criminals. The Nigerian War Criminals have much blood on their hands as reported by U.S. Congressman Tom Marino in a letter to US Secretary of State John Kerry. Kerry recently visited with Nigerian President Mohammadu Buhari and more chaos against the people of Biafra Land has been unleashed since then, bringing impending civil war closer. Follow me on twitter @nlitvin for all the latest, including the most recent death threats against Nnamdi Kanu in Kuje Prison in Abuja, Nigeria on September 5 which caused chaos for about twelve hours online.

Friday, September 2, 2016

Biafra Biafra Biafra: Beats of impending war

August 25, 2016: It was my late parent’s wedding anniversary and I found myself on an airplane headed to a family reunion in California. Checking twitter from the airport I saw a tweet from a prominent Biafran to me. It stated, “You are one of us.” In that moment, while missing my parents, and headed to seek comfort in a family reunion, the realization that family can appear at any time without blood relation, comforted me. There is a bond between Biafra and Israel that cannot be denied, which connects me to them. And I believe that because Biafra supports and love Israel, they are being denied the help that they need from world powers.

Meanwhile, current events related to Biafra Land include John Kerry, Secretary of State of the USA visiting Islamic President Buhari of Nigeria. Initial reports stoked both hope and fear as Biafrans do not trust or like the Obama administration.  
Kerry was to address the following topics regarding security and structure of Nigeria with Buhari:
Alas, just 48 hours after John Kerry left Nigeria, President Buhari's Federal Government (FG) military began to advance on Biafra Land, slaughtering as they went. A photograph of a murdered, pregnant and disemboweled Biafran woman is circulating on twitter to the horror of all who see it. Rumors that Obama sent Kerry to Nigeria to start a war against Biafra abounded online. Headlines in the Biafra Herald exclaimed: 
Then news of an assassination attempt of Biafran leader Nnamdi Kanu who has been held in Kuje Prison in Abuja, Nigeria since October of 2015 hit the airwaves.
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Hopes dashed as photos of Kerry and Buhari
 added fuel to the fire.

— Nkiruka Nistoran (@NkirukaNistoran) August 29, 2016

If Nnamdi Kanu Leader of IPOB (Indigenous People of Biafra) is killed, there will be a hell unleashed.

@abpnewstv,#NnamdiKanu is the leader of over 70M #Biafrans, we will revolt worldwide if anything happens to him
— Emeka Gift (@EmekaGiftAugust 31, 2016
Now it appears that President Buhari has succeeded in taking over most of the media in Nigeria. Much like mainstream media in the USA, Nigerian media is considered without credibility. The Vanguard, once considered an ally of Biafra, is now in the FG's domain and creating hideous news stories that are total fiction. 

At this moment, as I conclude this brief update a heavy military presence in Biafra Land continues. Stay tuned and follow me on twitter for all the latest at @nlitvin as the drums of war reach a fever pitch.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Beneath A Stormy Cloud: Moving on Without Her ~ Featuring The Edith Litvin Collection


I was liberated April 13, 1945. But was I really?
Those who perished are sound asleep. We that survived are condemned to live. 
To have my poems published is a dream worth living for. Only then will I rest my soul. Only then I’ll know why I of all have survived. 
Please G-d; remember me as you have forgotten my family. Grant me this wish that I may build a tower in Heaven for the martyrs. Please!
April 13, 1979
As I raced toward the edge of the world in a runaway train
You plucked me from empty caverns of unspace
And then I was born

Eighteen months after my dear mother left this physical world I struggle with a multitude of brimming boxes of her journals, poems, original music, drawings, photographs, cassette tapes, movie reviews, and other miscellanea.
She was prolific, that is for sure. She sought to be recognized for her talent. I wonder if these physical goods are symbolic of my emotional struggle. I can’t seem to move on with my life. Or I should say that all of my valiant attempts to move on seem to pale next to the huge emotional cloud bogging me down. I feel as though I am in quicksand, if I move forward just a bit, I will be sucked into an abyss of wet concrete.
I know this is craziness; she wanted me to have a good life and be happy. I feel comfort but also the duality of desperation as I still live in our house, sleep in her bed, and wear her t-shirts and wonder what I am without her.
I can smell her perfume, the Nina Ricci she loved so much. And her Jean Nate bath powder. Those two items were as important to her as food.
She is gone. But is she? If I publish her work, read her lines, see her pictures, and hear her voice I am able to go on living without her. This is as important to me as food.
That is what this book is about. Her, always her. And me, moving on without her, but keeping her close, too. This book fulfills a promise I made to her. There is a post-it note on a picture in my room that I look at each night before I turn off the light and each morning as I get up. It says:
“My Love My darling Naomi…
 Good luck with the book. The second one I mean.
Forever Yours, Editke”
I can’t let go until I do this. And so I present to the world my favorites of her poems and family photos. As I set her words into motion once again, it is unbearable for me to think of her as bones in a grave. So I must set her free, in that way that her freedom meant so very much to her, with pen and paper.
After each of her poems I will write something. What it means to me, what it might mean to anyone that may read it. And what it meant to her? That will remain a mystery and something for you, the reader, to speculate.

Naomi Litvin

Wednesday, August 10, 2016