FOR SOME REASON (S)
Once again I
grip my pen to write something to my community. But my thoughts are jumpy; I am
pregnant with the voice of disqualification to send the message. I ran close to
the rocks to question the sudden feeling of incapacitation somewhere in between
my tongue and my chest but for some reason the rocks were mute. I am Black –
for some reason I learnt this by rote till my subconscious dined in graceful
relaxation at the sight of coal skins I saw on Google.
Without exactitude as to
subject matter of this letter, I place my holy book close to my thigh that my
eager fingers mislead not my community to a web of confusion – could be a
sanctimonious move, source of inspiration, or self-deceit, but the intent is
all that matters. So with unnecessary iteration, I verbalize that the colour of
my skin is Black and my ink floats to staining point on my manchii, black men with every black issue,
community, squeaky clean black apples I enjoy when left in vagueness –
each mention in no particular order. So after six nightmares in one night, I am
led by my flight hormone to state unreservedly that I am not qualified because
I suffer what we all suffer. Be it from the throne of hypocrisy to slimy lies;
from the black confusion to fury fist fights; from believable activism to
underground nepotism; from the ironies of October first’s significance, to over
700 million US dollars dependence and shit! Someone has to write, someone has
to accommodate the stones of hypocrisy if a change in today’s reality is to be
swallowed by the perfect ideology of the black slaves. It is raining hard here
that I cannot here my thoughts but I am not sorry all the same if my message
has a drum full of maze and hyperbole that dribbles you to frustration or if
its truism leaves you unrepentantly disgruntled.
At the mention of the word TRUTH, what comes to mind is the
problem as it is… inasmuch as solace should not be given to that
interpretation, it may be pardoned because the black issues have oiled the
solutions to dusk. For some reason, there is the need to stop the clamour for
racial bonding because if we moonwalk back to Obama’s campaign, the black
community was keen on voting because Obama was a black man who had a torch of
ancient narration mirroring the travails of an average black man. The
controversial theories and emotional outbursts of black Americans did not leave
the niche of the white government is interested in none of our interests – some
placards carried by the blacks displayed Obama’s image but the holders of the
placard were too excited that they thought it arrogant to do a dig up on
intellectual Obama. But what is the point? The year 2012 was a trying time for
the erstwhile president of the United States and the Blacks lost hope and
tiptoed to the realm of a niggotry raging
syndrome – the remark despite his start-but-not-finish projects that
he was confident to win again if there was a slot for a third try, was a
grotesque and creepy moment that scared the shit out of some black men in
Connecticut and typical black villages. So if history holds that the level of
nepotism in the white race was at a GP tank level, Wiki should be quickly
updated to include the black man fought the
good fight to out rank the US in nepotism slot. Nepotism is just
favouritism – it is a contagious virus that seems right in the eye of the
practitioner as it has a mellifluous way of pummelling the gifted hands and
accepting the inept fingers of persons knitted by consanguinity or affinity,
tribe, or sex. If we want to be seen by the world to have a favouritism-free
outlook, then we must start seeing every tribe beyond a stereotype – it is
achievable to my mind, I understand your giggle.
The Eastern part of Nigeria has been the gist on Facebook – the
diatribe on social media all geared towards a call for secession. The seventh
verse of the third chapter of the book of Proverbs frowns at the appalling
folly of the leadership of the corruption activist, and the London-based
Easterner on a mission to presenting a mirage to the amygdala of his minions.
If the allegations stand as a matter of truth that IPOB have for themselves a
garrison with sophisticated cannons, then I have saved for myself a black robe
to mourn the washed brains of people who think the miracle of war in arms and
the man and david and goliath is attainable course meal any time soon. For some
reason the youths who never saw or participated in the civil war of 1967 are
finger happy airing their voices via messages on the media – the internet has
become the voice of the voiceless – on why a split is fair and apropos. But who
is asking the question whether Kanu intends to rule as a democrat if there
becomes a country? For some reason the youths have stopped thinking – if at 57
years Nigeria is still accused by our internal recess of decaying at infancy,
how feasible is the expected happiness of these justifiably emotionally bruised
homogenous indigenous peoples whose homogeneity over time never spoke with one
voice? Have they imagined their one year old? By necessary implication, the
agitation seems to be politically inspired and clothed with a people pleasing rubric called MARGINALISATION. And maybe for some reason the
Easterners feel they should have a shot at presidency hence the ruckus for a
break up, but the constitution seems fairly penned on election matters without
the motive of hurting the feelings of the finger-counts Eastern state. If the
first man of Nigeria had masturbated wisdom into his inner cockles, the python
dance should have never known reality – to err is human after all, but
continuous folly is the configuration of a man into a bleating sheep. Bullying
the people in the East violated their fundamental human rights and to show why
there is difficulty at a settlement, the South Eastern Governors are cold
porridges and meteorically wiping their hands off the agitation to safeguard
their level of belligerence to the man that wielded political muscle – for this
reason, it is comprehensible why one should barf at the obtuseness of these
Governors (and yes…with all due respect).
The restructuring agenda and enhanced peace talks is the banal solution to the
sensitive conflicts, but the Government needs to understand this trite solution
line rather than bask in further bugs like proscription of agitating group to
be a term still suffering due definition. For some reason we have been wise in
our own eyes, it is for this we ever retrograde and behave like cannibals with
little regard for human life. But then, do you not disagree with me?
I read Clinton’s article on the young people’s bill and for some
reason I took sides with Destiny’s comment that the youths are not ready for
leadership. If it is not a manuscript carrying the heading of a suggestive
erotic manifestation, or the gossip news of whose nip slip did not escape the
flash of a tech camera; then carriers’ of solution tips to salvage the economy
are called mere preachers – for some reason it is inductive, but maybe it can
be understood an angle as history chose to preserve the past activism of the
Dino’s to the present extravagant credo of same personality. But just look
inwards and see how tawny and morally depraved we have become. Will I not be a
bloody hypocrite to petition Google to have the porn sites ensure that no free
sexual performances be on display? But we know the reason for our depravity is because
we have worshipped the feet of idleness. For some reason it should not be
misunderstood that I now take to calling the black youths porn addict; the
point made is that there are lot of ways we can add value to our society rather
than dwell in yucky creamy spill overs for personal aggrandisement or its
equivalent. I see a youth with the vision to reforming barren laws like the
unsavoury wordings of the code on defilement which allows for two months for
the offence to know the court record books or no more. There is a lot of impact
if for some reason we realise that we need to rise above hypocrisy and blame
games – we should not wail and depend on the unborn babies with magical wands
to cause a change.
For some reason we need to tell one another that self-centredness
is the way to perish. The entire favouritism and power tussle is all in a bid
to enrich oneself. For some reason my paragraphs are like excerpts of three
different texts reflecting the need to be less hypocritical, united, and
vision-driven. But what do I know? If for some reason you managed to read to
this point, please join celebrate the wisest man and father of this
scatterbrain-a-writer. For some reason God has kept you pops…. THE VOICE is
lucky to have known what Earth looks like through you. Love you!
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