The recent continuous killings of Boko Haram have left a lot to be desired in the strength of the governance we have so staked our lives on long queues for. We realize that outside the tags, badges and pistons the police force carry, we are left alone to fight our battles and face the cold bloodedness of deaths. We are not left with an option as to how we will die, uncertainty has become the air that swiftly waves through this country; the Giant of Africa. The injustice of our fellow citizens, the insincerity of our leaders past and present, the fear, despair, anguish and pain of generations unborn and heroes each day lying in masses in graves carved by incidence not coincidence.
We have realized that outside the long speeches, the party manifestos, the campaign treaties, the loyalty pledges are selfish, self centered and unjustifiable quests for huge loads of power
, which when grabbed are thrown into the wind without caution. Each day we join millions of thousands to urge anyone listening to ask them to look out of their castle window panes, their high towers, look behind the curtain of security they have enveloped themselves in and look around the plains, see the smoke, see the rumble, look at the debris, the dump which were all formerly a land full of people, citizens, giving back to the country their due. Taking the crusts thrown at them, complaining within, yet, pressing on whatever the cost of their living.
, which when grabbed are thrown into the wind without caution. Each day we join millions of thousands to urge anyone listening to ask them to look out of their castle window panes, their high towers, look behind the curtain of security they have enveloped themselves in and look around the plains, see the smoke, see the rumble, look at the debris, the dump which were all formerly a land full of people, citizens, giving back to the country their due. Taking the crusts thrown at them, complaining within, yet, pressing on whatever the cost of their living.
In this rumble surrounding our rock lies the future of this country; the mothers, the fathers, the youth, the children these are the families which make up the communities, which form the strength with which the name GIANT springs. When we loose them all, what will we be named for? Is it not enough that our giant denied us the opportunity of being born equal and free in dignity and rights? Even at birth we are stripped of reason and conscience because of our tribe, colour, sex, language, religion, social origin, property thus prohibiting the spirit of brotherhood. Daily we are held in servitude, subjected to torture and cruelty, inhuman, degrading treatment and unjust punishment by the men who we have elected to become our oppressors. The laws are binding against us and not to protect us we are subjected to arbitrary arrest, detention and exile without a fair hearing, proved guilty even before charged with an offence.
Who are the members of the our public, and where in them do we find the fair judges? Our walking the streets are penal offences, the punishments imposed in similitude with that of a murderer. Our families, homes, our correspondence interfered with at will at any given opportunity. We have lost our reputation, no value for our dignity. Who would dare grant a Nigerian asylum without a second thought? Some, of our marriages, our waterloo. We must marry and when we do, we are never again expected to return home. If we own property, then definitely not in the north where we must under duress share their religion, belief or change ours. At the event we remain obstinate then we must do so secretly or suffer the consequences of our decisions as we will have no peaceful assembly or association.
Who are the members of the our public, and where in them do we find the fair judges? Our walking the streets are penal offences, the punishments imposed in similitude with that of a murderer. Our families, homes, our correspondence interfered with at will at any given opportunity. We have lost our reputation, no value for our dignity. Who would dare grant a Nigerian asylum without a second thought? Some, of our marriages, our waterloo. We must marry and when we do, we are never again expected to return home. If we own property, then definitely not in the north where we must under duress share their religion, belief or change ours. At the event we remain obstinate then we must do so secretly or suffer the consequences of our decisions as we will have no peaceful assembly or association.
What are the bases of the authority of government? Has this will been ever expressed in elections which are of universal and equal suffrage? And are they held by secret vote or by equivalent free voting procedures? Or has the blood of our youth been the exchange for voter’s cards?
Today, my “age” does not afford me the right to work, employment or favorable conditions of work. My gender determines my pay, whether it feeds my family, gives me dignity, provides social protection is immaterial; We have been denied the right to equal protection as the castle lords have more security than the land itself, the princes of the land are the only generals entitled to education to the aim of fully developing their human personality. The right to think freely abused by the societal norms, alas, shall we also be stripped of the only thing we hold so dearly to “our rights to breath, to live and be alive”?
They are conversant with our pain…the strain a common sight…they do not believe we can unite…and that, to speak with one voice, little do they know that what lies in us are little sparks to what will pour out of us like fire. So they hold peace talks, they go round discussion tables while we wait to hear their verdict on this gross injustice. Maybe, they think we are deaf because we seem dumb. Yet they look in our direction and speak, they let the cat out of their bags each time they attack the places that have no matching strength for their battle. They make us know that they are all but cowards!
The labors of our heroes past, as they stood on the battle lines and took the bullets. They lost their lives to give us ours, had no shame so we have dignity. Today is not about western education, its not about subsidy removal, not even about our rights being violated. Today in Nigeria is about removing the future of the country in the present and only leaving memories of the past! That is what today is about, let us not allow the grave injustice to rip us of our voice, we must all speak with one voice and then loudly and not in ramblings or mumbling. We must say no to corruption, to bribery, to penury, to injustice yes that injustice that carves our hearts out of our souls. We must yell on top of our lungs for the injustice in the land. Consistently, formidably and unrelentlessly let us speak out against the injustice from our rooms to the streets.
If you kill all the inhabitants, the body will be buried under your feet, yet the stench of blood and blood itself will it’s thirst never quenched. Yet before you take our lives because as it is now it lies at your mercies; we have only whispered and we will soon shout and we know you hear the whispers. The world will hear our shout. It is very possible that things can be upturned, change is inevitable yet it is for revolution we stretch forth our hands, one that will come on our country so hard that generations to come will see evidence not just hear stories. One, this country will find so hard to recover from. Our heroes past laid legacy, we must leave legacy.
Dear Nigeria, this generation is set on a path to leave lasting legacy.. You, cannot stop us…
NATION BUILDER
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