[Olùkọ́ Ọbádélé]

"We do not utter the praise of arms. The praise of arms is the praise of things, and what shall we call the soul crawling so low, soul so hollow it finds fulfilment in the praising of mere things? It is not things we praise in our utterance, not arms we praise but the living relationship itself of those united in the use of all things against the white sway of death, for creation's life. That is the beauty of the seers vision, that alone is music to the hearers ear. That is the sole utterance of utterers conscious of our way, the way. Whatever thing, whatever relationship, whatever consciousness takes us along paths closer to our way, whatever goes against the white destroyers empire, that thing only is beautiful, that relationship only is truthful, that consciousness alone has satisfaction for the still living mind."

Armah