CAPSULES BY FUNKE BABS-KUFEJI

The silence of pain, the thunderous roar of sounds saying nothing ....

Once upon a time we dreamt with careless abandon, an abandon dipped in faith baked in fate.

Once upon a time we flew up as we felt the wind whisper to our wings, our innocuous minds made us believe we could take the world.

Once upon a time we climbed beyond Babel with an understanding of the various languages but today we oscillate like headless chicken.

Those were the days my friend, when the the colours of the rainbow elicited hope with each colour splashing a different dream and each dream daring a different act.

We trot around today face covered with masks, another layer to lives that were born masked, another complex layer to a world that 2+2 is not adding up to 4. Muffled sounds, death of clarity, we speak unheard. This cannot be our new normal? We need to impugn process and orchestrate a different normal that will speak to our designs after all we are gods, we need to stop vacillating.

We need to stop singing lullabies that do not soothe or calm, it is time to change the melody of our songs as the world is on her knees frightened and seemingly defeated. Our refusal to exercise the power we carry within is part of the problem we are facing today and believe it or not, we have the power to change our reality because we are gods.

I think of motherland and I shiver, I think of a mother who is allowing her children wander around aimlessly destroying her legacy oblivious to her pain, forlorn, she beats her chest like a bird without a song, sad and tired she prays for divine intervention.

We have created a lacuna with our inertia and the consequences of this is fast catching up on us and time has chosen to ignore our rantings because it is not backed with rational action.

The days are dark, the clouds cry endlessly as many are in agony as they watch souls vacate bodies and fly to other realms, a few from tired hearts others ravaged by the silent enemy and the mothers continue to cry BUT this must end, we must wrestle control off the foreign invaders, remember we are gods.

Many are suffering from mental health issues and and keep seeing giants where lilliputians abide, but given our supposed new normal, who can blame their minds for playing tricks on them, how does anyone cope with solitary confinement laced with daily doses of bad news of departures to eternity and not see horses flying ....... we need to resist this hostage takeover of our minds by making a conscious effort to remain sane despite the insanity of the present tide. We are as strong as our minds allow, it is time to fight for survival, it is critical.

Remember the maxim of “enough is enough” .... “o to gę” like the yorubas say ..... seriously, we need to take our power back because we are gods like the good book says.

We all started 2020 full of hope, we cannot allow “lights out” on our dreams, it is time to give power to faith and muscle to boldness, it is time to dump life’s garbage in it’s proper home, we are not garbage incinerators, we need to declutter and travel light.

We must learn to rest the stress, we must birth our tomorrow despite the labour pain and we must resist the urge to allow posterity to be stillborn. We must speak to courage and fight our fears. We must make that decision to walk on water by staying our eyes on the face of the Creator. Remember, you are gods.