THIS IS TRULY NIGERIAN..GOOD PEOPLE, GREAT NATION
WHYTE HABEEB IBIDAPO
It is with great enthusiasm and unbridled sobriety
that I decided to write on this piece that is of uttermost importance to the
welfare and growth of our society and the nation at large especially as Nigeria
clocks another year. Today, I should be quoted to have said that our land that
is watered by the Niger and Benue between the sandy wastes and the gulf of
guinea, washed by the mighty Atlantic is an arena for the breeding of creatures
called the Big Daddies. They are the Leaders who practice a brand of politics
that goes beyond the greed for lucre. The bad they do is never
lost, each bad act takes root, and every bit of bad they sow, in time will bear
its fruits. So I pray to God. How far you go in life depends on your being
tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the
striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong, because someday in your life you
will have been all of these. This to them is never a food of thought. Even the
law they operate with doesn't guarantee happiness, only the pursuit of it. You
have to catch up with it yourself.
I was moved to tears when I and my fellow
colleague were denied visas recently by the Austrian Embassy in Abuja, Nigeria.
I could not hold back the tears even though I was pacified by my coach to stop.
This is the same embarrassment every Nigerian gets when they intend stepping
outside the chores of this country. Do this people get the same treatment from
us? The big daddies would answer the big question because they control our
affairs both national and international. I know as a matter of fact that they
do not get same treatment rather we celebrate their migration to our father
land. The labour of our fore fathers
have been put to vain as some set of people in a generation have turned every
plan upside down to the extent that countries that are not up to our country
are doing perfectly well than us. The problem with Nigeria is leadership. The
crop of leaders we have lacked the strength, the knowledge and the will to
lead us but yet they ruled and are still ruling us. They consult
not our fears, our hopes and our dreams.
They think not about our frustrations, and also about our unfulfilled
potential. They concern their selves not with what we tried and failed in, but
with what it is still possible for them to do to exploit us. They converted the
toiling and labour of our parents to their personal farms and earn more money.
They tried bringing to our door step unmerited agendas that would prolong their
stay in office but they failed. Recently another agenda as resurfaced from
their baby but it would fail because it is not for our benefit. Some of them
give cheap testimony in court recently and make us all look foolish. They
killed and murdered our great leaders claiming they were obeying their bigger daddy’s
orders and want us to forgive them. They killed for fun forgetting the
commandment of God that thou shall not kill. They also move helter and skelter
from one political party to the other to secure their way to the rock house but
they fail and would continue to fail. They came back from prison recently and
they were still celebrated by friends and foes that can do worse than they’ve
done. They wear white attires and keep
white beards and represent our interest among other African countries. They
spent few months in government and handed over power after looting our treasury.
Recently they celebrated their birthday and they were still referred to as the
symbol of peace and unity in Nigeria. They have forgotten the seed of trauma
they planted in our life on the 12th day of June, 1993. Some of them
even passed a resolution that 50million US dollars should be used to celebrate
the birthday of the world president. I laugh because they have misplaced
priorities. This was the same President that visited Ghana and left the giant
of Africa all because of lack of proper governance as claimed. This same
country in their embassy subject Nigerians to torture of the mind all because
they want to travel to their country. When one of our daddies got to the
acclaimed white house for a visit, he said it was a dream come through entering
the house rather than discussing issues that would make the country go forward.
What a way of saying thank you for the torture melted on their children. They
make our roads swallow our flesh all because they have refused to be tarred.
Our water and power system is nothing but a complete definition
of the word ‘epileptic”. They cannot be emulated because they are visionless
and would continue to regenerate themselves in brazen corruption,
imperialism and insecurity. During election, instead of them to
campaign to us they prefer giving us guns and matchets as gifts so that we can
still ballot boxes for them. After election, they would never ask us to return
the dangerous materials back. As thus, we become master rogues and our destiny
changed. The big daddies are just too wonderful to be called destroyers of hope.
They smile with a mind that is as treacherous as that of a snake. They do not
rush their things but make haste slowly to disrupt the toiling of our parents
and they say it is ‘tax’. Surely there
is a tally sheet in the exchange of small bad deed and there
is shared memory, from each person, the assurances of bad things to come. They have nothing but guns for the hungry and
think of nothing but death and dying. They would spend the earth’s fortune harvesting
blood from the fields of war and corruption. The last banquet shall be their
children’s blood. They must pay the price if they wish to secure
the blessing. They have a wrong idea of what constitutes true happiness. It is
not attained through self-gratification, but through fidelity to a worthy
purpose. Happiness to them comes from looting. To loot and to loot again is the
brave and happy life they desire. What a wasteful life. They
act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life when all
that they need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
Annoyingly, even those who lack the moral justification to whisper among them
are screaming on their voices “crucify them, them”; those who, when they cough,
vomit mammoth of grammatical errors in the midst of
senseless discourse; those whose actions and inactions have dragged us several
decades behind; those who have exchanged the future of this country with
fabulous fat foreign accounts are among those who christened the new Nigerian
generation as an hopeless one.
They have
forgotten so soon that class is an aura of confidence that is
being sure without being cocky. Class has nothing to do with money. Class never
runs scared. It is self-discipline and self-knowledge. It's the sure footedness
that comes with having proved you can meet life. We are all equal and people
like me who do everything to change my country. I have come to realise It is
said, ‘if nothing is done about anything, things will remain the way they are”.
To my fellow colleague, it is time to rise up for the challenge. To
the young fellows of my generation, please don’t and stop asking yourself what
Nigeria needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive as a Nigerian. And then
go and do that. Because what Nigeria needs are people who have come alive to
make her grow and restore her divine glory and not those who finds happiness in
looting her treasury. Let us also bear in mind, that if we are going to amount
to anything, our success does not depend upon the brilliancy and the
impetuosity with which we take hold, but upon the everlasting and sanctified
buldoggedness with which we hang on after we have taken hold. There's no easy
path to glory. There is no road to fame. Life, however we may view it, is no
simple parlour game; but its prizes call for fighting, for endurance and for
grit; for a rugged disposition that will not quit. This is where our glory lies
as the younger generation. Fighting for what is ours is the ultimate glory we
can boast off. We are not agent of destruction like the big daddies but agent
of change.
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