Chidimma my five year old niece is often asked, “How old are you?” Recently, when she is asked the question, she says her age and then asks, “And how old are you?” The reaction she receives is prettier funny, but is a fair question in her mind.
As we all prepare to celebrate another
But, just like my niece, the question on the mind of motherland –
This is what motherland has to say to you at her 47th Birthday:
Because the future looks blurred
And the burden too big
Because the flowers once bright
Have all turned black
Because the soldiers are running back
Afraid of the battle
You turned and faced the wring direction
Soothing your anger
Shedding a few tears
Hushing out at your foolish life and future
You turned to ‘
Making sketches of black spots on the fractured country
With widening cracks
From the clear solitary high land of the middle belt
To the meandering rivers of the
You kept to yourselves
In the process you throw away your manhood
You throw ashes and tar
On the men on black
Camouflaging as flag bearers
The insult felt good
Someone cared at least –I thought
But you are still crawling
When will you start crawling to manhood?
Just like our body continued to change from imperfection (at birth) and since there can be no stability or rest in imperfection we learned how to sit, crawl, we learned how to stand and then we learned how to walk and run.
The next step should be to crawl forward to manhood by entrenching democracy through free and fair election. This is the only catalyst to transformation from four limbs to two legs – dictator-quasi-democracy to true democracy. The second step should be standing on our feet by entrenching good governance, infrastructural development, accountability and curbing corruption and corrupt practices. The third, walking and running will be achieved by building a viable and sustainable economy.
When a cat stops and stares intently at a place that seems empty, it is certain that it is looking at a ghost or other creatures that passes unperceived by men. Hence, when a cat is present, no evil spirit will enter unobserved. It is for this reason that sorcerers employ cats as watchers against intruders from the other realm. 47 years on, we are still staring at Nigeria as if it is still empty, yet knowing fully well over 120 million inhabitants of this potentially great nation are like a mirage in the desert sun, here a moment, gone the next.
For us to crawl to manhood, Yar’Adua can and should employ cats to watch over the evil spirits of; anti-democratic elements, corruption, nepotism, none performance, square pegs in a round hole and all the intruders that will prevent us from, standing, walking and then running. Alternatively, we have to constitute ourselves as the sorcerers and cats if we are to move forward.
As a humorist, Will Cuppy once pointed out that “mother mice have babies all year round from four to thirteen. They don’t know when to stop.” At 47,
If we stop now:
It will just a matter of time
For our stars to shine
For the troubled waters to be still
For the roads to be smooth
For the negative drift to stop
For us to smile
Only time will tell
When the battle will be over
When the enemies will be outpaced
Their territory overran
The table overturned
And victory ours