In this moment, this time, this dispensation. We must rise up for our country.
We must disdain mediocrity, shun corruption and dissuade violence.
The vicissitudes of providence that have sculpted our existence are best accepted and acknowledged, once and for all.
Let there be no Igbo, no Hausa, no Yoruba… but all Nigeria, and proud of it.
We are at one more juncture of our destiny. We are on the thresholds of charting history.
But what will it be?
One more prematurely truncated campaign for truth and transparency?
One more sob story of “could-have-beens” that will never occur?
One more plunge into the vast, familiar oceans of depravity?
One more blotch on our crimson-dyed name?
One more rampage of our system that effectively stamps out all traces of creativity?
It can be business as usual or it can be the defining flashpoint of our nationalism.
I’m continually plagued by the dreadful effects of an abysmally inadequate vocabulary.
My head and heart routinely merge to churns out fierce, passionate infernos I call ideas that vastly surpass my ability to express them.
I can change this country.
I can solve its problems.
Or more accurately, We can.
I feel it in my bones.
It screams out in my heart.
It deafens my thoughts with its intensity.
We can transform this nation!
We can end its ills.
We can soothe its pain.
We can transmute it’s suffering to celebration.
I bleed for this nation. I feel for my people.
I weep for my country.
Call me naïve, but perhaps it’s just this sort of ignorance of what’s impossible that will serve our complete revolution.
29th June, 2011.
I wrote that months ago filled with despair for my country, before bombs pulsated through her like drum beats. I was astounded at the explosion at Police Headquarters, but now? I’m numbed by shock and pain;like someone who has wept both eyes sore, whose tears can flow no more.
I felt very helpless then but not hopeless and even now, I still cling to a fool’s hope.
It’s a lot harder today not to yield to the temptation to design a permanent exit plan from Nigeria to be implemented, swiftly.
I still believe in my country. All these many years, she’s given me frightfully little reason to, but I can’t seem to turn my back on her.
Maybe it’s because I was born here, maybe it’s because I was raised here. Maybe it’s because my ancestors lived here, maybe it’s because my genes evolved here. Maybe it’s because I ‘hear’ and ‘feel’ her languages, even the ones I don’t understand. Maybe it’s because her music touches my soul, maybe it’s because she shaped my whole. Maybe it’s simply because, there’s no where else, I can truly,utterly call my own.Maybe it’s because Nigeria mirrors Africa in my mind and my Africa can not fail,for she is inferior to none.
I wanted to make this an appeal, I wanted to beseech you to heal, my Nigeria.
I wanted to lace my words with pain, I don’t want her shrieks to be in vain.
I know I want to save her name and I hoped I could convince you to feel the same.
But now as I close, I’m struck with trepidation that I did not try enough,that this write up is crap, that I should have honed this piece to perfection(for maximum impact) before releasing it…but my eyes blur with tears as my head drowns in fears .I hope it’s not too late for her. If you can’t see the rationale in this, then, please I plead forgive my ranting but know that it is desperate, unrequited love that moves me so.
I would have you battle to save my country’s life. I would have you do whatever is necessary but…I do not know what it will take.
7, September 2011