In My Country

In my Country, tonight somebody could send me to my final sleep, in cold blood. My loved ones would weep and then everyone would ask them to forgive the perpetrators and move on. That God knows best.

In my country, tonight some set of educated persons, well fed and bred, pragmatic in their operations could rise, hire some bunch of illiterate others and the over zealous to 'make-it'. They'll unleash terror on the 'simple' masses. Their loved ones would weep, and the government would plead and beg the perpetrators to come sit in a dinner and dialogue the way forward.

In my country, everyone is holy. The pastor warns of the danger of hell. The murderer preaches the beauty of heaven. The man of God prays for God's forgiveness to the murderers. The murderer tells you about love of how God wants you to forgive thy 'brother'.
They'll maim, kill, send you to mental and physical grave. Your loved ones would weep, everyone sighs and look up to God for some manners from above.

In my country, it's foolishness. Even with the wise ones. Either they are scared. Or hiding on the faces of social media. Or books and televisions where everyone reads and listens, and exclaims "forget it, this is Nigeria".

We are dump. Lost. Crying. And our help stares us in our faces. And we ignore. Because this is Nigeria! Where the gain of fame and money take all to gloria lands. This is Nigeria, where if 160million persons are not wiped out in cold blood, it doesn't matter.

I no longer pray to God for help. For the help we seek is within us. Needless to say, the God-help we seek won't come. Because it's already here. Yet we can't see. For we are blind with glittering eyes that recognise money and food only. And we kept weeping and writing. For how long are we going to be fasting and praying?

It's in our hands. We are the fools and the wise ones. The killers and the slained. The terrorists and the amnesty givers. Until we see the world, Nigeria in that light, that our plight is our doing. Until the quest for material possession is a dead matter, until fame and money is sidelined. Until religious programming is deleted, we are doomed.
The gods are tired of our hypocrisy! The government is worn of our bad leaders and followers combined! The country is tearing apart because of double-minded you and me!
We say, we do otherwise. We pay lip service and murder with our hearts and hands and arts and acts!

Until you change! Until I change! Until the mirror guy talks wisdom into the staring guy.