With the event that's going on today ie the nationwide protests against the senseless wages paid to our national assembly for doing nothing, I've been reading tweets from Nigerians who can't be bothered. I'm as saddened as I can't blame them. Too many years of nothing does deaden you. Even though I for one can't afford to stop believing, I wrote this when I was at that dark place. I know some of you can relate.
Betrayers, Liars, Murderers
Hovering, taunting, teasing
Fueling my folly, as I gazed in wonder,
Through my rose colored glasses,
At the enticing colours of their always "almost" promises.
They gleamed as my smile grew wider everyday
They whispered in my ear, "this is the one"
At the beginning of every year
And I thirsted. Oh how I thirsted
For the drops of promise they dangled
I was hooked
Craving a meal that was a mirage
The proverbial prodigal dream that never came home to me
The father it never knew
The helium filled balloons of promises every four years
The tight smiles of the elders who said tomorrow would be better
The unwavering but now empty voice of the pastor who prophesied change
Goading and coaxing me
As I grow . And grow. And die .
Rather than die however, you have the chance of trying to breathe. The tiniest inhale, then the exhale after. At least let it be in the battlefield. Today that battlefield is your state house of assembly. If you can't be there, tweet using the #OurNASS hashtag. Let our children read in history that we tried.