POSITIVE THOUGTH (part 1)

POSITIVE THOUGHTS (part 1)

 

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Whenever I survey the globe and its people, I do nothing but sigh. I sigh because I perceive all kinds of things; things that are comforting, nauseating, disgusting and contumacious. Comforting because some are still with the roses of life, nauseating because certain things would want to make me cry; disgusting because the horizon is littered with disgust and contumacious because of disrespect for authority and the rule of law. It is a sordid ritual. We are dancing a macabre more so when the custodians have turned into bulls in a China Shop. There is tacit brazen audacity and the noose on the neck of the citizenry is to say the least stupendously excruciating. Where are we heading to?

Anyway, I write from Nigeria where dogs now have horns, lizards wear caps; cows sing ballads and goats blow trumpets and with horns of deprivation, caps of belligerence, ballads of death and trumpets of annihilation, the center cannot hold. The Falconer and the Falcon are excommunicated and the macabre beat of grudge and disaffection has hit fever-pitch. It’s unfortunate that while the majority is groaning under the weight of Orchestrated Socio-Economic & Political servitude, the grand masters are clinging their cups in foreign lands –wining and dining, deciding to chastise us with scorpions instead of whips.

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I remember the last time I was stung by a scorpion, some decades ago. The pain was interminably excruciating. I was playing with my friends on a heap of sand in my uncle’s new building. I had enjoyed the sand much as a child. At times we mount the heaps of sands doing a chasing game. At other times we do races to see who will emerge first at the other end. Most times we test our wrestling skills and do somersaults and as we did all these, the height of the heaps will dwindle and my uncle would sneak in with whips to send us away. I got quite some lashes but I never cared because of the childhood pleasure of being a warrior on heaps of sands on a construction site. This was indeed one of the advantages we enjoyed in the peer world. The whip and the pleasure we cherished alongside, because it was among our vicissitudes. Thorns and roses must come to be. A situation where it's only thorns galore is condemnable and unacceptable. That is the Nigerian situation at present. Too much talk and no action; Too much hope upon hope and only disappointment; too much visit and no result; too much forcing and fighting and only sectional annihilations. People are being traumatized, pummeled and tinkered into submission. Some are being sent to early graves because somebody somewhere has refused to take appropriate action. I don’t care about pussy-footing because only the truth can set us free.

In the words of a Poet ‘Kofi Awooner’, we are caught between the Anvil and the Hammer’ in the forging house of a new life…This poetic expression catches my imagination and puts me in a labyrinth of thought. The hammer represents the ruling class while the anvil is the Nigerian Society. The Nigeria situation is between the anvil and the hammer. It is being tinkered, hit, defaced and crushed by the powers that be and whatever comes out of it is our hope, our life, our children’s education, our children’s future, their position, their survival, their greatness, the smallness. It will also determine our grief, our sorrow our commitment and satisfaction. No be small thing. 

........Mr buddy