“Under a dictatorship, a nation ceases to exist. All that remains is a fiefdom, a planet of slaves regimented by aliens from outer space”, these are the words of the great Professor Wole Soyinka a man that is a bank of words. Good day beautiful people that time of the year when we take ourselves from our houses to the polling boot, cast our vote, execute our human rights and still get screwed is coming, the time of the politics of politics.
I got into a little argument with a couple of friends and I said if the military took over again it would not be bad, my friends almost swallowed me asking if I had an idea what the military era was. I asked if it ever went away, I believe in reality of things, do we think we are in a democratic system? Do we really matter to the government? They only changed autocracy’s clothes and called it democracy.
What we live in is a society that has been structured to fail its own, a society that makes us lose value for human lives, empathy and sympathy is far from people of Nigeria, bombs go off and it is yet another sunny day. Our nation has failed us and we have let it, we have turned our backs and ears, we sit on our butt and cry for change yet we are scared and mediocre to make it happen, our system is structured to fail because we do not know how it works. Religion and tribalism are the tools that have been used to disarm and create the necessary diversion and we have believed, because we so desperately want to believe in something even if it is a lie.
Everybody wants to lead, everybody was not born to lead and I am amazed that we delude ourselves from this universal fact. Balance is life’s true essence, if the scale is tilted even just a little bit we have a cocoon of ignorance, we have Nigeria. Imbalance has prevailed for too long and the Nigeria we once had in our dreams is going into extinction.
Imagine a Nigeria with only two political parties, Imagine a Nigeria where people are motivated to go out to vote, a Nigeria where the people source funds for campaigns rather than our budgets been cut to foot unforeseen bills. A Nigeria where people are ready to die for a cause, a Nigeria we go to bed and not expect tomorrow’s tabloids to spell doom. A Nigeria where I do not pretend to be my neighbors keeper, a country that is a safe haven.
That Nigeria is possible, maybe not now but it is very possible if we start to work, if everybody starts to care we will be given answers, if everybody lends a voice we will bring the thunder, we do not need people scattered everywhere asking for change, we do not need to still play victims, we are the problem, I and you. What we need is to stand together fighting for a revolution, the future of my country is under siege and I would not let my grandchildren ask my children what I did to protect that future without getting an answer.
Closing this little post of mine I would leave you with one of Bertolt Brecht’s quotes “The worst illiterate is the political illiterate. He hears nothing, takes no part in political life. He doesn’t seem to know that the cost of living, the price of beans, of flour, of rent, of medicines all depends on political decisions. He even prides himself on his political ignorance, sticks out his chest and says he hates politics, he doesn’t know, the imbecile, that from his political non-participation comes the prostitute, the abandoned child, the robber and worst of all, corrupt officials, the lackeys of exploitative multinational corporations”, go ponder.