I can’t believe how long it has been since I lost my pen. Not that I’ve found it, I but only managed to strike a match in a looming cloud of darkness. A darkness of time constraint and inertia from a sudden detour from status quo. Well,I have hungered and thirsted day and night to do what my body and soul craves, its like the cravings of the carnals of the flesh, but mine is of a constructive and analytical sort. I have also seen so many things and thought very deep thougts since. The mind burned to share every little of these details but weak bones and aching muscles seems to have an upper hand in the struggle.
So the fraction of minute the flame burned is the window through which I’m making this one count.
Believe it or not,but no man or nation stumbles upon greatness. It just doesn’t saunter unto your doorstep in a mazed confusion. You can’t just go to a science lab and resort to a random mix of a chemical cocktail with an ambition of coming up with some sort of a miracle mix of whatever. The history of architecture dates back to the biblical tower of Babel when men aspired to knock on God’s door. Crazy it seems but every man needs to be not a little,but cathedral sized crazy, ambitious and hardworking to achieve the extraordinary. You can’t just reel in wishful thinking and admire great men, great inventions, great nations and great achievements. That is why I dismiss as a ruse when people flaunt the “think big and grow rich” rhetoric. What ever you think isn’t going to materialize until you roll up your sleeve and dig hands in dirt in a working frenzy. If you doubt it go and dig up the rusted files of vision 2000, vision 2010, vision 20-20-20 or whatever they call it. Go and peruse the highly ambitious documents of SEEDS,NEEDS etc and see for yourselves what whisful thinking is all about. I sat in the auditorium of the university of Benin a couple of years ago and listened with awe to the fluent oratory of the then central bank governor Professor Charles Chukwuma Soludo. He had an economic masterplan on paper, ratified by big names in the world of economics like Goldman Sachs. The document was going to transform the dying economy of Nigeria to the semblance of the bubbling strength of a vibrant and exuberant teenager. In ten years time, Nigeria was going to be amongst the top economies of the world. A technological boom was looming and Lagos was going to be the nerve center of world commerce.
I think its over eight years since I walked out of that lecture hall with renewed hopes and revived faith in things that were never meant to be. Just two days ago, a privately ran and globally known rating organization crowned Lagos state the fourth worst city on planet earth. Nigeria was rated one of the worst places on earth any man can be born, maternal and infant mortality rate is soaring and roaring to alarming figures. Nigeria has been torn apart by economic woes. Political conflicts and ethnic uprisings have bedeviled every nook and cranny of the society. Things have become so pathetic that a strange jubilation broke out somewhere at Aso rock when the Nigerian railway corporation managed to transport hundreds of human beings and animals,all mangled up in an eighteenth century locomotive and rickety train in a twenty six hours of a grueling ride from Kano State to Lagos. Let’s raise our glasses and toast to this epic achievement which can only scored in motherland.
What about the dream documents that held promises to our eldorado? Well I don’t know but my guess is that if its not holed up in some dusty locker in some ministry waiting to be eaten by hungry rodents, then it must have been used to wipe the butt of some minister or ministers girlfriend.
How about the crusader who spoke with so much eloquence and admirable grace? Well the last time I checked, he has become a field politician, soiling hands and feet in the murky waters of Nigerian politics. Scandals and semi scandals of electoral fraud and manipulations have even been mentioned along with his name. Don’t get me wrong,”someone’s got to do it” we all just can’t sit and complain while hooligans hijack the political machinery of the nation right? We all need to fight the crooks by becoming crooks too right? I leave you to answer that.
Things are shaping up just fine in our political landscape. Anambra state elections is just around the corner and its in the news that over fifty candidates are going to vie for the coveted crown. That crown must be made of sugar or something sweeter, that every Tom,Dick and Harry with money is scampering to take a shot at it. I wish them well even as we expect the grand scheme of perpetual retrogression to be sustained.
I was on YouTube the other day, and I saw with my own eyes the zeal with which our lawmakers make laws for themselves. The Rivers state house of assembly saga wasn’t entirely surprising since the federal lawmakers have babtized us with fire with a showing of their black belts in tae-kwando just some years back. But watching Chidi Lloyd ferociously smashing an assembly mace unto the head of a colleague can only point out the depth to which those guys will go not to make laws for you but for themselves. War chants of a notorious fraternity from the self imposed speaker and his hordes of thugs should not just send panic to every Nigerian about the caliber of men we allow to run things for us, but should also send a gleeful smile to the first lady who seemed to be the piper dictating the tune in the political rancour and conflagration building up in the state. Now The idiotic Chidi is standing trial for attempted murder charges and God bless his soul as justice is no longer just in motherland. He who musters the most tilts the scale. Better muster brother!!!
Danbaba Suntai is back from his long medical tourism from the US of A a vegetable after crashing a plane he was supposedly flying. I wrote about risky behaviors inspired by an unexpected and new found stolen wealth in one of my pieces “A plague I endorse” a couple of months ago. That being the case here, I don’t even want to dissect what led the man to fly a plane when they all come incompetent to fly anything including their states. So he did what they always do with their states, crashed it. Came back after squandering the very same state funds on mind boggling foreign hospital bills after having their own state owned healthcare systems smelling and looking worse than a pig stye. Now the epic news is that he wants his job back while the able bodied acting governor should move to the garage and let him, a man who can barely stand, speak nor recognize people to continue governing the affairs of an already impoverished state. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t even know this deputy governor,one sure thing is they are all a rogue bunch, but common sense simply dictates that the sick man should go and have a nap!!!
Now how big is this news? A teenage boy hung on the tires of a plane operated by a supposed aviation giant in Africa from Benin to Lagos. Is this shocking enough for you? I doubt it. Vast majority of Nigerians have lost all elements of shock and surprise. We get it every damned day that shock is now a tickle.
When this little Nigerian spiderman was asked what motivated him to do that, he answer was simple, he thought the plane was headed abroad so he could escape the suffering in motherland. Does it sink in now? Yes its that sad. But what happens to the people whose job it was to ensure that strange things like that never happen? That people can fly and worry only about the viability of the engines of the aircraft? My guess is they are probably sitting in their offices cracking away to dry and senseless jokes, awaiting the monthly salary bank sms alert on their BlackBerry phones for jobs they never did.
Come to think of it, it could have been a boko haramist with eyes and mind set upon the plump breasts of seventy virgins in paradise against hundred innocent Nigerians mid air with a bucket of bomb and a timer waiting for jihad to happen. Do we see the red flag now? Well,let the people who should have been used to set example to others reel away in their laughter while it lasts, afterall,others have endulged in even worse complacencies and walked home scott free.
No freedom beats the Scottish version,after many years of an epic battle with the English, the Scottish declared their wars as a battle for freedom.
So long as Nigerians walk away Scott free from whatever ills they perpetrate in the society, so long as we are never held genuinely accountable for the things we do and we are quick to forgive and forget those who inflict us with grave pain and great harm,we will always make epic news, create jobs for writters and people who dwell on bizzare and strange happenings around the globe. We will always break records, yes records, but from the opposite side of the equation.
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