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Boomerang by Charlyboy
Today, I wouldn’t like to bore you with some political stuff. I won’t be talking on palliative measures like they always discuss in the house of ‘thieves’. I wouldn’t want to give you some faroukgative tales of video and audio ruckus. Today, I want to tell you a pathetic story of some people whom their disconcerted state of mind is almost sending to an early grave.
Today, I’m going to share from experience some of the things I have seen since the past two weeks that need some real “palliative measures” and not the ‘satanic treasures’ some people continue to garner for themselves. It is better we tell our stories and give up the ghost than to keep them with us, and maybe die with them.
While trying to take a panoramic view of the vicinity, I sighted a young lady from the balcony of my hotel where I lodged during my last visit to Lagos. The irony from my observation even from where I stood on the second floor of the hotel was why this young lady should be walking all alone in the pedestrian with a file, and even well dressed. But another very obvious contradiction was the fact that this young lady was talking to herself. I could observe that her lips were moving, hands waving and shaking like some tree branches. Suddenly, she flung her files to the other side of the road, shaking uncontrollably, and screaming on top of her voice. At last, she collapsed and began to roll on the ground. People gathered to discuss her problem from a distance as they did not really want to go close to her. Few minutes after then as I made to go to the scene, she was up, picked up her files, crying and walking away. I looked steadily
at her as far as my eyes could go. Those I met at the scene confirmed that she had a nervous breakdown. Those who knew her confirmed also that it was her first ever nervous breakdown. What could have possibly led to that? What went wrong? I asked nobody in particular. For the fact that she was trekking in Lagos where buses and Okadas are everywhere explained one thing to me.
She may be going through some crisis in her life which many of us could not see and cannot say so much about. However in a non verbal analysis, and from my point of view as someone who understands the problem of the masses, she was not trekking because she was carrying out an early morning exercise like me, rather she was trekking probably because all was not well financially, and that could have possibly led to the nervous breakdown.
Within this period, I had met different people who were yawning almost at every 3 minutes while we discussed on very crucial matters. Some had mixed both yawning and hissing together, obviously indicating that all was not well.
In my utter dissatisfaction, I had wished that some other privileged Nigerians come down to where I stand as an advocate of the masses to begin to see things from my point of view. I want them to come down a little low from that Olympia height and share with their own brothers down at the other side of the world, their day to day challenges, but no, they will always want to wait until things deteriorate.
The other day, some friends were engaged in a heated argument on what I actually represent. In an inconclusive discussion, some had said that I was one of the few playing the advocacy and intermediary role, sitting in between that man at the lowest ebb, and the exploiter at the apogee. It was an interesting argument. After the argument, we could only reconcile by looking at the possible solution to the problems that bedevil us as a country today. Obviously, these my friends were actually from the other rejected side who continue to dream of better days that look almost impossible. One of them had said in anger “I know one man who owns an estate down town. I have been following him for years, waiting for the day it will happen and I will make sure I pursue him out of that mansion of his, maybe that time, I will become a Landlord myself” Could this be fantasy? I asked no one in particular.
My friends spoke to me with so much angst. They even went further to express how unhappy they are, being born Nigerians. The hustle and tussle in Lagos was another challenge to them. Nothing appears to be working. An average Lagosian must dedicate over 5 hours to traffic on a daily bases as he moves from one end of Lagos to another. His take home pay continues to diminish as the economy gets worse and worse in the wake of another day.
How and where does he go to relax after the fruitless hustles? He either goes back to his dark enclave, looking at his 14 inches television with no light to power it. His nerves remain as stiff as ever. Who won’t have a nervous breakdown when getting into your house can only be possible with a boat?
Relatively, my friends in Abuja who continue to live in the slum, and have their dreams written on their feet with the hope that the slum will become a city one day, have continue to lament. The “kenkere” one or two rooms they were able to acquire from their annual earnings have been demolished.
Some of them who narrated their stories in the most pathetic manner had witnessed demolition without compensation for almost five to seven times in the different places they had lived, making me to wonder if this country belongs to all of us.
But with all these problems, some of them cannot stop wishing to be in the shoes of the privileged Nigerians. Some have vowed to get to that height by crook or hook. Some have resolved that if their leaders chastised them with cane, they will chastise others with scorpions. They had vowed to loot the last fund in our treasury if given the opportunity.
From what I saw during my interaction with all my impoverished friends, some really are not pained because of the messy situation, or because they mean well for the country. They are frustrated because they are not part of the looters. They continue to boast on how they will rip-off the treasury when given a slightest opportunity. It means that bad government, corruption, killing and other crimes will continue to confront us in the most vicious way. It is like a vicious circle, and who knows, the country could be heading towards obliteration if nothing is done to change the present orientation.
Imagine having a mansion in a slum, and being surrounded by people wallowing in poverty, people who can hardly afford three square meals.
Imagine having the best of cars in a slum, and being surrounded by bicycles and motorcycles. Imagine having bore-holes, and 24 hours standby generating set in your house, meanwhile all your neighbours buy water and wait for Power holding to return the ever fluctuating light to be able to see their feet. Just imagine the wide contrast. Are these affluent people really safe? Will they continue to enjoy their wealth when thousands of angry faces watch them hideously?
It appears that the people have grown out of their troubles, and have resolved to become their own government. They have decided to do whatever that can keep them going. I just read in the news that two people were arraigned in court by the Federal government over the collection of just 1 million naira to recruit Nigerians to the Al-Qaeda network. Who knows how many of them who have been recruited already? Some people can accept just a thousand naira to embark on a suicide mission. It’s as bad as that.
The poverty level and the orientation of our people in this trying time has conditioned many people who have seen poverty to agree to do anything in order to close in the gap between them and the bourgeois materialists, since we all buy from the same market.
What I inferred from this is that the solution we seek is still farfetched.
The poor man believes that a day will come when that man who has looted his treasury, and has built one of the best edifices in the country will have no protection. They believe that a day will come when the poor soldiers and policemen he employed to protect him will turn against him because they are angry, hungry and dejected.
We have created enough hardship for the people already. The same hardship we created has become our greatest undoing today. Nemesis has caught up with us. It is the age of boomerang, manifesting in different crimes. It is the stone that we threw at some people for our selfish gains that has been fired back at us through violence and killing. We must change the status quo if this killing must stop!
I know that the bubble will burst one day, but what I don’t know is when and how.
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