(By Umar Mukhtar)
“Some politician will then rise at an event and talk to us shamelessly about Sardauna Ahmadu Bello and Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, saying how much the noble men had done to the country, most especially in mentoring leaders and shapers of the North. Same people for whom a 50 year future was designed, authored and meticulously followed, leading them into achieving laudable educational feats and attaining enviable career paths, have only succeeded in stealing ours and in watching us grow in the midst of wholesale uncertainties. Certainly for most of my peers, our parents’ money was our own Sardauna and our own Tafawa Balewa, the country has too little to claim in our mentorship through education, especially for children of non-public-servants.“
I was going to write about my party’s loss of the Governorship elections in Ekiti State on June 21st 2014(I still will God willing), when news reached me of an explosion in Kano State, at the state’s School of Hygiene, a tertiary institution where medical and health support personnel are produced to man numerous facilities across the state and the country’s northern region. I was also further stunned by news of an attack near Chibok in Borno state where about 20 people were murdered and then news of abduction of about 91 people in Kummabza, Borno all of them women and girls. How much more gory can the flow of news be? How much more torment can the human body and psychology withstand?
There may not appear to be so much to be linked between the political system, elections and the chaotic state of horror in the country’s North East most especially and some other parts at measured intervals. However, the country is led by authority that is responsible primarily to the citizens and residents for the protection and preservation of their lives. Just 6 months into 2014 alone, thousands of lives have perished and huge numbers have been displaced, with some moving to countries along Nigeria’s borders; Tchad, Niger and Cameroun. The horror that truly awaits Nigeria is the birth and raising of children in the clime of these crises. Certainly, most of the youthful insurgents were not born in times of war or violence; rather they grew to accept doctrines of hatred and violence. How then do we manage the lot that grow in dismembered communities with their parents and siblings murdered and burnt to ashes before their very eyes at such tender ages? Violence to them certainly becomes a human trait and a societal norm; practically taught to them from birth.
I feel pained to the marrows when I recall female children held captive over such a long time, especially when I get to spend time with my daughters and see how innocently fragile the female child is in the heart and the physique. It is even more deeply hurtful knowing that 7 out of 10 picks in the spread of my society’s stratification, I would never have been anywhere near the level of education and exposure that I have gained, especially further considering my peers and putting us all in a basket of millions. Some politician will then rise at an event and talk to us shamelessly about Sardauna Ahmadu Bello and Sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, saying how much the noble men had done to the country, most especially in mentoring leaders and shapers of the North. Same people for whom a 50 year future was designed, authored and meticulously followed, leading them into achieving laudable educational feats and attaining enviable career paths, have only succeeded in stealing ours and in watching us grow in the midst of wholesale uncertainties. Certainly for most of my peers, our parents’ money was our own Sardauna and our own Tafawa Balewa, the country has too little to claim in our mentorship through education, especially for children of non-public-servants.
Nigeria is indeed a country where wrongful deeds thrive on account of the populace’s willingness to tolerate that which is universally intolerable. The country’s numerous leaderships have failed to provide the people with the most basic needs, choosing rather to accumulate incalculable wealth in order for the youth to remain unlettered thus perpetually subservient to their will. This is another link to the political system; people who are ready, willing and prepared to aspire for public offices, armed with elaborate plans and roadmaps are looked down upon by the youth in favour of flamboyant moneybags who buy the process over and vanish until another term is due. The provision of stomach infrastructure over and above physical and cerebral infrastructure has always been a sure medium for our leaderships’ perpetuation; an affirmation of the reason we are where we are right now. Also, there is a preponderance of a middle class population that is averse to real change, choosing stability. This group sleeps on Election Day, checks the flow of results on Twitter and Grammatize the analyses thereafter, saying why the winner won and why the loser lost.
In all the wrongful deeds that have been meted unto Nigeria’s population, acceptance of widespread mass murders as normal has become our albatross. In our willingness to tolerate the intolerable, we have now found ourselves at a point where explosions that kill less than 50 are followed with gratitude of not aborting too many lives. What on earth have we become as a people? What on earth do we foresee as a future worth bequeathing to our children? Is it this madness? The only reason why these atrocities continue unabated is in our failure to reach a point of wholesome intolerance to our true common enemy. The NASS are unable to impeach the leadership, the people are unable to recall the NASS, the SHA have given up their constitutional roles and have become errand boys for State Governors, the middle class have chosen to await transformation and fresh air while the country burns all around them as they lament on Twitter, go back home to a cosy evening watching football and movie series in air conditioned apartments fuelled by generators, struggling by the teeth to pay kids school fees and rent. It is clear that as we are pushed to the wall, instead of getting more into our senses, we are continuously pushing the wall further back, until it gets to a cliff where there will be no wall to recline on, and then we all fall into the ditch; and yes, we are very close to the cliff right now.
I implore us to be more active in the efforts to create a future, let us go to waste so that our children may live and gratify our martyrdom as noble people. Let us drop all these fancy gadgets and connect with our peers in their millions to create an unbeatable synergy powered by spiritual, physical and cerebral energy channelled towards worthy causes of self-realization, reliance and actualization. This is the only way through which history will say that we once domiciled this earth and glorify the courage with which we sacrificed our non-existent today for our children’s worthy tomorrow.
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