Really, here we all live, nowhere seems safe anymore. You read them in the newspapers, you watch them on TV – the casualties, the daily casualties. You hear about them and you wonder if anywhere still feels safe.
And we learn to live one day at a time – one uncertain day at a time. We don’t know where the next bomb target is, where the next terrorist bomb may explode. One cannot tell whether it would not include him or her. That kind of uncertainty, that kind of morbid uncertainty many has come to be accustomed to.
They wake up as at other days, as at other uncertain days. They just dared go about their daily work – man must sure eat. They go out to work and to business but then meet their death in multitudes from the notorious Boko Haram bombings. They die, some terribly injured. But this government will be slow to act until we had put up desperate demands and angry protests. They die, yes, and some injured. But the government are too slow to respond. Next, we die.
We die and many horribly wounded. There are no names, no rememberance, no heavy import. We forget soon enough. Next, we die more.
Yes, here and there, everywhere – talk of citizens and foreigners, or talk of indigenes and strangers – really, nobody feels really safe anywhere all over.
Dear, it is the business of profit that casts a child abroad like stone: oh, may we never perish en voyage. We can all only pray and hope we return someday soon to our lovers, and wives, and homes. That we return alive and safe. May Fortune bring us home. May God preserve us.
Perhaps home is not just a state of mind, my dear. Perhaps sometimes, home is home. We’re home when we are with the ones that love us, the surrounding chaos regardless. I’ll be really home when I come home to you.
But does anywhere feel safe outside? That even in Borno and Adamawa States where they would say they have a state of emergency declared already, with deployed troops of soldiers, these terrorists operate as easily as though there was never one! How so ironic and fraustrating. What else do one say?!
Goodness, nation whose military defense cannot even be counted on, and, sad still, trusted. An infiltrated politics and government where you only have yourself to trust and no more. A nation where the headship of the troops deployed to secure you themself is secretly for the enemy, and there we are, betrayed and sold.
Oh dear, dear. Let us tell our children, if we live to have them, about a time that is ours when a nation’s military aids underground the terrorist group it is ordered to vanquish and free our abducted school girls from. Let us tell our children, if we live to have them, about a time when teenage girls are abducted as sex slaves under the ironical guise of religious piety.And yet some folks we call fathers and leaders would show sympathy and support for the terrorist’s operations.
Let us tell our children, if we live to have them, about some persons and motherly figure in government who could only talk, and arrest activists on the #BringBackOurGirls protest mob, and doubt the credibility or possibility of the abduction saga, and again come back to shed patronizing tears on national TV to show (or simulate) a sympathetic concern towards the kidnapped girls and family. Oh let us tell our children, if we really live to have them, about a nation’s presidency that will hire and pay people to carry out a protest for the government. A mob to counter and disparse the activists clamouring for urgent actions on our government’s part towards the release of terrorist-kidnapped girls.
Ah, let us tell our children – should these protests, these struggles have eventually all paid off by then – of a corrupt time as ours dear, of an unenviable socio-political milieu as we have.