By Prince Ejeh Josh.
We have been railroaded by those who led us to the land of the dead. We have been treated with scorn and reckless abandonment. They deceived us into buying a Trojan Horse. In search of solution, we found an enigma, wrapped in alluring linen. It was deadly bait! A most fiendish viper!
Now, they have all climbed the ladder of sequestration watching us maliciously with derision and ridicule. The common man on the street, wasting away from elitist’s conspiracy of silence, is on the mercy of this hangman’s noose. They led us into the crisscross of evil, and abandoned us to our pathetic fate.
Where do we go from here? Where do we head? Going back is impossible and moving forward is suicidal. They abandoned us and climbed the flying tree to a shore many of us only see at the cinema, but may never touch.
Where are they? The crusaders? The human rights activists? They marched against the government of Goodluck Jonathan. They incited us to occupy. They blew the trumpets of war and change. We marched! We *OccupyNigeria*! Little fart from Jonathan was an invitation of grammars, vocabulary, vituperative tantrums, and humanistic debates.
Today, the roads, the cities, the towns and the villages have all become throes of death. It’s contraction everywhere. It’s strangulation of justice swinging in the hands of the hangman. But mute the once stringent, vibrant and viable men have become. They have recoiled to the threshold of ambiguity and aloofness. They now speak with sly mischief. They mumble in inchoate voices. Like nocturnal raptors, they prey on our docility.
Where are they? Where is the great Wole Soyinka? Why has he suddenly gone silent? Was it because of old age? Where lies his weapon; where lies his mighty pen that evicted the military jackboots, and shew Jonathan way out of Aso Rock? Where lies his mountains of grammar? Isn’t the present federal government a “domestic appendages” to the marauding and barbaric bandits ravaging the nation? Why is the mighty falling? The oars of the elitist’ s conspiracy is oozing loudly.
Indeed, the Soyinka I had known has monetised his goodwill and crusade for thirty silvers of coins? I am calling the erudite Professor to wake up from his deep slumber. Somebody help call him up; in body and in spirit. His lands are being taken away. His homes have been ravaged by the heathens. His children have been cut off. We are now refugees in our own lands.
Where is the great Femi Falana? The great savant, sage and fierce human rights’ defender. Where is he? Has he joined the pack of wolves called the canal in the APC? Has he colluded? Is he still on this planet, or he has transcended beyond? Femi Falana, I charge you to come out! I charge you to speak out! I charge you to defend the cause of justice. Nigeria needs you more than before. The throes of massacre is twice the Rwanda genocide. Femi, Senior Advocate, where art thou lay? Speak up for our blood has flooded the city. It’s a festive of blood. The rain of blood is falling. Harvest of blood here and there.
Is there any colouration of compromise? Femi, Buhari said he could not ameliorate the security situation in the country. He said we should all pray to Allah to come down and save us. Governor Aminu Masari of Kastina state said we should rise up and defend ourselves with bare hands. Governor Abdulahi Ganduje of Kano state said it’s over. Imo State Governor is bemoaning the silence of the elite in his state. Governor Samuel Ortom of Benue state recently escaped death by whisker of fate. President Buhari, in his state of ineptitude and cluelessness, is blowing hot and cold. What is the legal implication? A Chief Security Officer says he has no business with the security architecture. Mr. SAN, what is the consequential damage?
Where is Dele Momudu, the Ovation oracle? Dele, oh Dele! 2014 was a war of pen. Dele, you demystified the then PDP-led federal government. It was a battle of the intellectuals. The media gurus. The missive magnate. Where is Dele, the son of Momodu? You were always traveling to Atlanta, Dubai and New York with the APC think-tank to thwart Jonathan and the PDP in the wake of the build up to the 2015 general elections. Wake up, pick your pen. Stand up, march the streets. We need you now! Why the utter abandonment? Why, Dele?
Where are the voices that echo for the masses? Only the sounds of the guns. The screech of the grenades. The cries of women, wailing of falling men, children wrangling in pains. The Fulani herdsmen have turned surgeons, and with their swords, our bodies have been incised. Our bowels they cut open in broad daylight with their double-edged machetes. The fetus from our pregnant women have fallen off violently through the brute force of the Fulani’s surgical operations. Our brains are spread on the swords and machetes like butter. They are cutting us down day by day. Why the silence! It’s collusion everywhere. Ask Mr. Danjuma!
Where are the CACOL, the National Human Rights Commission, the Nollywood, 2Face Idibia, the Afenifere, Arewa, Ohaneze Ndigbo, Ijaw groups, #OccupyNigeria? If you see them, tell them their houses are burning. Ask them why the craze silence. Ask them why the abatement and abandonment. Where is their conscience? And the CAN; have they been bought over? If you see them, tell them we are wary from this unending war of attrition.
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