Sometimes i find myself involuntarily considering the outcome of 2015 and it sends shivers down my spine. I have seen our hearts, the religious battle that it has become...the huge polarisation...the obvious proof that we are not one...and may never learn to be. Whoever wins, be it north or south...it is clear that demons have been conjured to spill blood. In times like this i pray to flee the motherland...to find serenity in places far off...where angels of tranquility and sanity reside. And if it is as gory as i foresee...then the dead must be grateful that they have gone before now. For the carnage that is yet to come may consume us all...none of us...neither the belligerent north nor the irritated south can stand it. I see country men begin to envy the dead...the GRATEFUL DEAD! And for me...my solace lies in one singular fact...that we all wear mortality, as unruly, ruthless and formidable as we may claim. We all must go too...whether by having our throats be slit by demonized barbarians, or by being shelled with golden metals till we bite the dust. Whether by fighting or aiding this impending nihilism. Whether by sickness and disease from our self inflicted pestilences...or by the slow pangs of death when hunger and famine grabs us by the jugular. Whether in our struggle for emancipation...to regain our freedom as should be or by the burning of our very souls in the fires of airstrikes by foreign nations feigning empathy and vainly making a show of quelling the upheaval they so smartly formented, while lifting their skirts, flashing their anus at us and laughing in our faces. Whether in our foolish attempt to exterminate our fellow countryman in our own homeland because we all think we bow to different gods...as if to say the sinner and the saint who ply the same bus and fly the same aircraft cannot for some reason exist in the same single large expanse of space called a nation. Whether by that, by atomic bombs, by crucifictions, by burning folks alive in their sleep, by defaming on newspaper pages, by teaching our children to nurse hate for the next tribe simply because our languages differ or by passing while gently asleep...with a smile of accomplishment on your face...nomatter the means your maker chooses for you...you too will go. Our houses...the concrete works of our hands eventually outlive us..unless in our mindlessness we blow them to smithereens. I hear of the conquests of adolph hitler...what a demigod he must have been. I long to shake his cold hands and have him grip me firmly...while i shiver and beg for his little mercy that once seemed to matter. The problem with this longing is...i cannot find him. For he too has gone yonder...and the stories of his conquest outlives him. He too has bitten the dust...and gone the way of all mortals. When he left...i do not know of what became of his campaign...and what he can do now to sustain his ideologies and beliefs. All of us will go too...and another will dig our graves. The dead man is stronger than me and you...for he is now spirit..totally superior to your fears and threats. Totally immune to you. Totally oblivious to happenings here on earth. At that point, nothing else matters. Do you not still see my point Nigeria? DONT DO IT NIGERIA! DONT CONSUME YOURSELF. DONT IMPLODE!!!
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 21:04:44 +0000
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