• CAPSULES
Nigeria, Nigeria, Nigeria, the land of our courage, the land of our forefathers, the home of many great and powerful souls powered by passionate hearts.
We miss the beauty because we celebrate the prodigals who are bent on wounding our lives and ensuring that we are kept down with truck loads of pain, they plant explosives to blow up our dreams and diligently work at burying our hopes.
Our land is a unique experience where our dreams “should” exceed our expectations at birth but on the contrary we daily struggle to stand as concerted blows are dealt our fragile forms.
Our country, the investor’s dream, our people, rich in culture that a lifetime cannot unveil. The Creator did well by us, our human resource is worthy of applause but alas there are giants in the land, one we are too afraid to confront and challenge, we are daily pushed to the wall and rather than stand and fight, we chisel through, we call it resilience, others call it inanity.
Where are the Joshua generation, surely they did not all die in the wilderness... We do not have anything to be ashamed of but our lack of courage to go in and take the promise in the land. We must remember that courage is not the absence of fear but the ability to confront our fears despite the odds, the fight here should not be between the tribes as the uniqueness of each tribe is attractive to the other, the fight should not be between our various religions because those who believe that Eledumare is supreme do not seek to drain blood from the hearts of their neighbours. The people we must resist are the selfish and wicked few, who are determined to steal our commonwealth and thinking us stupid use tribalism and religion as weapons of mass mobilisation to attain their selfish ends. When vested interest is challenged, they declare war not caring whose ox is gored, they turn on the tap of rhetorics and take us swimming in the murk of misinformation and disinformation. They start a campaign of calumny to infuriate and like zombies many follow them to an awaiting pit, they plant seeds of discord amongst brothers because their sufficiency comes from the conflict of flesh with blood.
When will we learn? There is a need to pause to ponder and advise ourselves and refuse for anyone to continue to play with us insinuating that though common sense is common but that ours got lost in transit, they tell us stories that make no sense to pull rage out of us so that we can join them in destroying our land. Their way or the highway, but NO, it must stop here and it must stop now!
We need to stand up and say ENOUGH, enough of treating us like sheep and leading us to the slaughter, enough of the hate, enough of the rape of motherland, enough of the pillage, enough of brothers killing brothers, enough of the impunity, no blood should be spilled for these ones and their DOA causes, life should not cement red liquid to tar because the king has lost his crown.
The ground has eaten many lives because many were set on becoming collateral damage on issues they should have walked away from.
Enough just has to be enough, we need to wear our hats of discernment and refuse to continue to be lied to. We need to understand that this country right here is the only one we have and do right by it for the sake of posterity.
As I watch the sun set, the love of motherland flows through my being and thugs at my heart, in our villages, innocent children gather under the iroko tree ready to listen to tales by moonlight as the wordsmiths weave a tapestry around our rich history filling their minds with pride.
We must learn to love this country again, we must commit to pulling it out from the abyss and make it the land of our dreams. One man can not save a nation in decline but if we bunch up like the broom we will, through a collective effort sweep out the rubbish. If we all decide to stand for something, maybe this nation can be something. I pray that friendly lights will lead us to the truth and that this new truth can set us free.