Before the speech of the president became soundtrack to our torture, we learnt to keep it together no matter the weather; way before darkness covered the land, we learnt to be calm. So, if the leaders harvest all the yam into their barn, then turn around to tax the masses for funds to buy ingredients needed to turn their yam into porridge…we have learnt to be calm.
Before kings became contractors were the days they spoke and thunder answered. Before clergies got on the payroll of politicians, their word was heavier than their pocket as the hand of their ministry was long to give and short to receive; mosques were never breeding ground of terrorists, clerics weren’t mouthpiece of bandits. Before leaders exchanged vision for power and our streets became theatre of war, we believed there was a Nigeria to call our own, we learnt to be calm.
Now that “egungun has entered express” and “united we stand” slogan has been exposed as the oldest lie the majority tell to rob the minority of their destiny. Now that we have known that divided we stand- united we fall, now that cow has become god and the voice of herders is louder than the voice of the people…we have learnt to be calm.
In the eye of the storm of injustice ravaging the land where a government makes a law by sunrise and breaks it into pieces by sunset; in the hurricane of nepotism, egotism, narcissism and myopia…we have learnt to be calm.
And as we have learnt to be calm, in the face of this nonsense, we have learnt to dine with the devil, we have learnt our truth, we have learnt that politicians and olosho are from the same constituency, above all, we have learnt that karma never forgets to wield the gavel of vengeance.
