The lamentations of a Nigerian citizen
“As long as I have any choice, I will stay only in a country where
political liberty, toleration, and equality of all citizens before the law are
the rule.” - Albert Einstein
I don’t know how you might feel, but I think it is important
to voice out my worries and publicly lament the deplorable condition in my dear
country, Nigeria. Though, it is said to be untraditional for an African man to
cry out, I will rather cry out than allow a few of my fellow country men and
women, whom we had erroneously entrusted into their kleptocratic hands, the
affairs of our country, to kill me in silence.
As such, I see it as an obligation to myself, my nation and
importantly to God, to openly lament on their woeful performances over the
years.
I am highly piqued by the insecurity in our dear nation and
the dehumanized face of poverty as it has boldly taken over most homes. The
insincerity of our leaders and their wasteful years on the seats of power is
nothing that gladdens the heart. I am crying out against the injustice going on
in our judiciary, where petty thieves, who might have hungrily stolen a loaf of
bread, are not spared by the long hands of the law. Ironically, the hands of
the law become shortened when those in the corridors of power and in our
various government establishments siphon billions of public money. Discussing
the oil subsidy thieves is subject for another day.
I have an objection to a government that weekly inaugurates
and constitutes ineffective committees on important and urgent issues that
affect the country. Painfully, their reports are thrown into the dustbins, not
giving ‘a damn’ about the taxpayers’ money that go into these sittings. I am lamenting today over our expensive
politicians across the various states and the federal capital. Their
self-centeredness, quest for materialism and visionless steering of the wheels
of our rich nation leaves much to worry about.
Please pardon me, if I have gone against the African myth of
keeping quite amidst pains and suffering. I definitely cannot keep mute about
the daily killings, kidnappings, and armed robbery going on across my country.
I think I should grieve over the continuous extra-judicial killings of innocent
citizens, the daily ethno-tribal and religious exterminations going on in some
states, notably in the Plateau, Borno, Yobe, Kaduna, Bauchi and Kano states. It
is even more lamentations when the failure of government to have a clear cut
solution to these man-made wahala is
pondered upon.
It is indeed lamentable the unambiguous mask of fear daily hanging
on the faces of many of my fellow citizens, a frightening new look hitherto
unknown since the end of the Nigerian senseless civil war. Our women and
children, including our youth and elderly now live in fear; they walk around
with fear, work with fear, trade with fear, worship amidst fear and even go to
school and study in the classroom with fear of the mysterious ‘unknown’ gunmen,
a lexicon our security operatives should be ashamed of in this 21st
Century.
Why should I not lament on the public thieves that have, over
the years, been shamelessly stealing our old citizen’s pension funds? It is, to
say the least, disgusting, the unpatriotic attitude of government to the slow
prosecution of this ungodly cabal that have caused the death of our various
patriotic retirees who gave their all to the sustenance of this nation.
I do not know if there is any wisdom in my lamentation,
especially on the various imported foreign policies that, over the decades, have
failed to work in our system and the illusive, overinflated yearly budgets
annually presented by the various states across the country. I won’t lament but
cry over the poor state of our roads, our outdated public schools, our hospitals,
better regarded as eyesores and our famous epileptic power supply, including
the disgraceful and alarming number of the unemployed in our land.
These are parts of my lamentation, a worrisome anguish I am
certain many Nigerians share with me. While countless have decided to keep
suffering in silence, I have thought it appropriate to openly cry out, cry my
voice to hoarse or perhaps until I am heard. This is in the hope that many
frustrated voices across the country would sooner or later join me in these
lamentations as citizens of this great neglected nation.
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