Travails of a Nation

Its 6:31pm on a wet monday evening. Ideally i should be in class..but don’t have the slightest motivation to attend not with the rain soaked streets of Lagos. but its really the amount of work on my desk that bogged me down.

Even though atimes i wonder, as i am wondering now, why i feel so exhausted after a day’s job of just sitting behind the system..but i guess as i have been told, the white hairs growing on my head at this very young age of mine..speaks volume of what i try to accomplish daily. Interestingly, i have a colleague who gets really worried about it and says several people she knows, who work themselves at their job in terms of mental capacity are growing white hairs….But i ask, why is my boss not growing white hairs…probably because he wears an afro and he maintains it regularly, hence the white hairs remain deep unseen to the public. maybe an expedition will lead us there..lololol

But be it as it may, my heart grieves for an evil that is becoming synonymous with our nation. I wonder, when did we become so inured to the pain of others  and carry on with our lives with no sense of compassion at all.

Last week, 4 chaps were killed, in brutal circumstances by a group of village people. Their offence; they stole phones and laptops! And they were brutally beaten to death in a community that has Fathers, Mothers, Community Heads and  constituted authorities.

You know, when i saw the report online last week and  saw the pictures, i was filled with rage within me. How could  we take matters into our hands and snuff life out of people at the snap of a finger. You commit a greater crime in the name of addressing a lesser crime.

I ask, where are the phones and laptops stolen? Who saw them do it? And if even they did steal it, there was no Police formation in that community to rescue them nor a parent whose heart bleeds.

A lot of furore has been going on twitter and other social networks and their is anger in the nation over this killing with different celebrities, professionals and government representatives and agencies adding their voice, but i fear, will this not be another flash in the pan, in a society where value for human lives have gradually been eroded ,and there is gross institutional and cultural failure and we have degenerated into a society of barbarians and savages where we feast on the misfortune of others.

You want proof of this, when an accident should occur, what is the first reaction of people, let’s take the Dana Air crash as a case study…and am sure we have witnessed several of such inhuman demonstrations of people gawking and running commentary without lifting a finger to actually help. Thank God for the Lagos State emergency toll-free lines 767 and 122. Some people are actually getting enlightened to call those numbers first in the event of emergencies and sincerely, those guys are wonderful as they have come to my aid a couple of times.

Let me ask, what is the value of a human life to you? Precious and just a piece of dirt. The killings in the north, gang wars in the south, our roads that drink blood like all the waters pouring into the ocean, yet never satisfied. Our health institutions, now dis-health institutions, flooding all over the country and so much more have placed a penniless worthless value on the life of Nigerians. And we just shrug it off like, as long as it’s not knocking on my doorstep..who cares?!

Guys let’s face it. Government won’t move a muscle as long as we do not move a muscle. Why? Because we are the GOVERNMENT!!!

We allow it, we urge it, we celebrate it, we ignore it, we don’t care less! SO why blame those in authority of not doing anything when it’s people just like us who have been  voted-appointed into the positions.

Hey you think, those are big issues that the government ought to deal with,but i beg to disagree,. It starts with the minute, mundane things around you. For instance, do you have a drainage in your compound and it’s not filled with dirt that will block free passage of water? Do you obey the basic of traffic laws? Do you see someone in need of emergency and call the emergency numbers or you stand and gawk and take pictures of the scene and even record it to make matters worse!

For every mother that saw the brutal killings of those 4 lads, where is your heart and compassion as a mother?How would you feel, if it was your son, life was beaten out of him in such a cruel way. For the Fathers who saw it, am pretty sure, you will sleep soundly at night with the blood of your son spilled in such a way.

If those lads did steal, they do not deserve such a violent death, they had the future ahead of them to weigh vis-a-vis their actions now and for them to make a choice after been disciplined according to the law. But where is the law and the law enforcer?

Even though i heard arrest have been made as regards the Aluu killings, but i ask, won’t it be swept under the carpet as well just like others? WIll there be justice for this young men who died a tempestuous death?

We need to find our soul in this nation and place a premium value on the lives of people. Until we see value in ourselves, innate value i mean. Till we tell ourselves, we are responsible for our fate as a nation and to whatever befall us until then…its business as usual.

We need to invoke the spirit of Invictus into our national psyche. and chant it daily;

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul (William Ernest Henley, 1849–1903 )

God Save Our Nation Nigeria!

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