My home Country Nigeria groans in pain under poor leadership. When evil men occupy spaces where they shouldn’t, strife and anarchy reign supreme. The sufferings and gnashing of teeth of Nigerian indigenes keeps multiplying by the day due to the recycling of avaricious, deeply corrupt, mean-spirited and small-minded old politicians. I pray for the revival of my Nation. I pray for a revolution and restoration.
I wrote this poem yesterday with my home country Nigeria in mind. Nigeria celebrated its Democracy day, but we are far from democracy. According to late Fela Anikulapo Kuti, it’s more like ‘demonstration of craze.’
The butchering of innocent citizens by Fulani herdsmen dominates the news each day, gory photos of men, women and children slaughtered in their homes, in their farmlands too horrifying to look at, yet, the Ostrich of a President does absolutely nothing. Could it be that he chose to turn a blind eye because ‘he is Fulani’?
I try to keep away from political issues as much as possible, but when we keep silent evil continues to triumph and it saddens me to see a beautiful, blessed Nation destroyed by avarice and criminals called leaders.
I walked away from the scene the saddest human; lost in my thoughts I felt more guilty than sin.
Jungle justice. I just witnessed a man get pummelled to an inch of his life, with old tyres soaked in fuel and hung around his neck to roast him alive; they said he had kidnapped a child.
Growls of thunder and sudden downpour sent many scattering for cover, the cacophony of those baying for his blood are reduced to a handful. For once, sudden rain showers of the rainy season come at an opportune time.
Maybe the Heavens didn’t like the sorry sight of a human being burnt alive, this made me think of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
Shoulders hunched in deep thought, I didn’t feel the rain, neither did I make any attempts to dodge the puddles of muddy water dotting the pot-holed street. The smell of burnt flesh occupied my nostrils and seared into my brain.
I was drenched in no time, yet the evil of what my eye’s had seen made my skin crawl with filth, and through the corner of my eyes I saw a mother hen waiting out the rain under a Mallam’s kiosk, her brood cocooned under her warm feathers.
I fleetingly wondered if she saw what I saw and what were her thoughts?
For once, I wanted the simple life of the chicken; without guilt and running free, at least until the owner who had tied the green bands on its feet decides to catch it for Christmas meal.
Note: Jungle justice is very much practised in Africa. Sometimes, people beat criminals to death, or pulp before the police officers arrive on the scene. This story is written from memory of an incident that I witnessed ages ago.
Mallam – an honorific title given to a Muslim scholar but carelessly used to address most street vendors from the Northern part of Nigeria.
Trying to blog on my phone is a trying affair, to say the least. I haven’t sat down for more than a few minutes since I got to Lagos because I’ve got a lot to cover in just a few days. Lots of family and friends to see, laughter and gossip to catch up on.
I can’t believe how the days are flying past. I just boarded the plane how many hours ago on Sunday and now it’s Wednesday with only two more days to spend here.
I feel happy that I came and yet sad at the same time. Lagos is still my Lasgidi, though it seems as if things have been at a stand still with the poor government that has done its’ best to keep its people in poverty.
The wonderful thing about this place is the resilience of its’ people. The larger than life attitude towards life that they possess.
I am thankful for this opportunity to visit home once again. For family and good friends. For an epileptic light and internet service, bumpy, dusty roads 😉 it’s all good.
It is said that no one knows what tomorrow will bring and according to my people, we say that ‘tomorrow is pregnant and also backing a baby.’
Therefore, be wholly thankful for today that you have with you. There’s always something to be thankful for.
If you wish to participate in a gratitude challenge, there are several gratitude/thankful platforms in the blogosphere that you can tune into and get your ithankful going on. I can’t express in words the enormity of Joy and fulfillment that comes from having a heart of gratitude. Please check out Maria’s blog, Colline’s blog and Bernadette’s for thankful/gratitude challenges.
My native land, Nigeria is currently going through recession under the leadership of a government that has taken the country backward by 30 years or more.
When I was just a little girl, under the same tiresome administration of this current President, who was an Army General and the Head of State of Nigeria, he ran the country aground with his austerity measures and structural adjustment programs that banned many things, left workers unpaid, depleted peoples’ resources and kept them hungry and oppressed until he was ousted in a coup.
What I fail to understand is how people forget history and its lessons. How they allow history to repeat itself over and over again? Is it mere stupidity or blindness?
I sincerely believe that there should be a ban on old codgers who have dubious, selfish and narcissistic ambitions from ruling any Nation.
Mba! No! I have ambivalent feelings towards politicians and politics and refuse to be caught up in all the ambiguous promises that they make with excessive aplomb while in pursuance of their ambitions.
Most times, I feel as though they simply sit in their big leather chairs, ensconced in their chambers where they think up how to ambush citizens with their assemblage of bombastic weapons of word contest, without concrete thoughts on how to achieve these promises and we are left bamboozled into an almost bemused or benumbed state that you begin to see grown men act like idiots.
The answers I would really like is a combination of disambiguated responses that will curb the constant combative state of today’s World that leaves us dumbfounded.
Is that such a cumbersome request? Are others not tired of the crumbs we get handed after they’ve assumed office and everything continues to remain in shambles? I am.
The prompt ‘mb’ that Linda chose to give us this weekend put me in an initial state of imbalance, but it gave me an opportunity to talk about some silent thoughts that have been going through my mind of late. I hope I did justice to her prompt 🙂
My Country of birth is in an economic and political quagmire at present and I recall all the sugar-coated promises made by the present government as they sought to unseat the incumbent President.
Not a single promise has been delivered to the citizenry and as a matter of fact, the State of the Nation is such to give someone sleepless nights and the senseless killings only got worse.
Mba – means ‘no’ in Igbo which is my native language.
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One of the side effects of moving around so much is that a lot of times you find your heart in different places and you get nostalgic. Some days I wake up with severe pangs to find myself in Houston, France, Abuja or anywhere my heart wanders to.
This weekend, I have pangs to be in Lagos, my Lasgidi. I would probably be attending a wedding or one social event. There’s always something to celebrate even against all economic odds. The two photos are from weddings attended during my last visit in 2015.
‘Be wise,’ this caution repeats in my head so many times in a day, sometimes as early as when I rise up in the morning, that I am beginning to question myself to find out where my foolishness lies and why the caution keeps popping into my head.
How I wish the repetitive caution ‘be wise,’ jangled hard with cymbals and vuvuzela when I am about to help myself to a second slice of pie or cheesecake.
I have no problem with being wise after all, that’s what aging is meant to bring, even though I am beginning to question some older people’s sense of reasoning these days.
Some of them seem to have sold their sense for two cents that common sense is becoming less common in the quarters where you expect to see it.
Be wary of slick-tongued politicians. They make promises that they can’t keep. All their bluster is simply empty air. I guess a nation can’t live without leaders to direct their affairs, but the current state of affairs of my dear country Nigeria makes me wonder what those old men garbed as politicians are doing in there?
They are selling the nation short and robbing it blind. Could they just be honest for once in their lives?
I guess not. It’s simply not in their best interest to be pillars of honesty, otherwise, they can’t become thieves.
Besides Nigerian economic and political woes, these days, I have become more cautious with listening to news that simply raises my angst.
I have basically whittled it down to the barest minimum. I barely bother to listen to CNN anymore because all I get to hear is American political brouhaha and we have till November to suffer through such news, not that they used to show better things in the first place
Anyway, before I become dour and boring, let me heed to my inner voice of be wise and save myself some foolishness.
This weekend, I am going to be absolutely and decadently lazy. I am going to be doing some ‘me introspective time’ and generally chilling with my brood.
Life is certainly beautiful and as Linda’s prompt suggests, I am just going to ‘be’ing and not doing.
On Thursday’s, I share pictures about ‘Echos of my Neighbourhood.
I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple.
Every Thursday, share a photo of bits and pieces of wherever you are at any point in time. It could be houses, backgrounds of your neighbourhood, activities and so forth and you can tag it Echos of my Neighbourhood, add my link to your post so that I will get the ping from your post.
Every other Thursday, I will publish a post with the links of all those who participated the previous week.
This is just a fun way of getting to see more of the World around us through your eyes, since we cannot all be at those places, we can at least see them through you.
My Echoes came out a bit late today. I am bleary eyed and tired, maybe even jet-lagged from sitting at the airport till 3 am this morning, waiting to pick up family.
This week found me going out a bit more due to photo 101 course and I have shared a lot of those ones. These one’s were taken in the last 3 days and last night, or should I say wee hours of this morning.
The art exhibits are beautiful, but a bit pocket denting.
I attended a literature expo and my goodness, it was well put together and very well attended program.
I honestly don’t have the energy to tag all the photos and still do photo 101, so I just shared these bits.
Last Week Echoes gave us some peeks of different neighbourhoods, hop on let’s go see and do show some of yours 🙂
Sampan Ride Hong Kong is calling me like a siren. Beautiful pictures 😉
A bit of Ikotun market Nostalgia. I used to go buying some raw food items once in a while in this place back in Lagos.
So peaceful around the neighbourhood No matter how much you scurry about, nothing takes you off the sidewalk and brings down your stress from 100 to zero notch in seconds, like home.
Some real echoing sounds Kat took echoes to another dimension with her recorded sounds of her environment. I enjoyed the zen over and over, so beautiful and calming to listen to. Now she has sown some seeds in my head.
Nature’s beauty Sweet pictures from Thoughts and Entanglements. Nothing beats nature.
The Norfolk Giants Kim brings whimsical thoughts and paints stories in my mind with these photos of the dying giants. Let’s go meandering.