Monday, 17 March 2014

Lanre worries...

First time fuel hunter
I have been hearing about scarcity of fuel and the long standing queues. Thanks to my short distance i have been saved so far. Well today!!!!
If you know my country then you will know that our main source of electricity is generator hence hunger for petrol is multiplied.
We started looking for fuel for the generators, 2days ago, armed with money, jerican and a tip, we came back just as we left.
By yesterday, desperation for electricity kicked in, we loosened the fuel tank of the generator to take to the fuel station to buy the fuel.
Today, with my red blink, i went to queue at 6am.
1st of all, as a first timer i refused to believe the queue was so long, so i moved forward till reality hit, luckily, there was a bank infront and the poor fellow 'queuers' left space for easy access for the bankers, but JJC  Lanre used the opportunity to shunt the queue. Within seconds the danfo boys where ready to harrass, the lie came rolling out before i knew what was happening, i was telling them how my new born is home waiting for me with the help of passersby, i was allowed to stay on that queue.
Now that am on the queue, the real prayer starts, please let me buy fuel before it finishes, please let me buy fuel before it finishes. 2hours later, it is my turn to buy fuel and i ask the man, can i buy in jerican he says no, i give him the am ready to pay extra look and he completely ignores me. Then i try the blackmail tactic,'mister i have seen people go out of here with fuel in their jericans, dont tell me you dont sell in jericans'. He asked me to ask them how they got it, well that got me to shut up, fill my tank and move on.
I tell alot of people, i am not Nigerian. In my country we are fair. In my country we have basic needs of livelihood available at a price, yes but with ease. This country i live in though makes it had to be productive. All the sense of creativity goes into the fight to survive.
All the energy for labor we fight our neighbors for their lil bits.
In my country we struggle for success not survivalF6F0AAD3-BD24-4E7A-AAD2-7B3643CF635F
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Friday, 7 March 2014

I can't see

I cant see,
I have been blinded,
I cant see,
I have been robbed of my sight,
I cant see,                              
I have been served with darkness.                              
                       
I can hear though,
I can hear the last cries of the children before they die from the very metal that should protect them
I can hear the anger from the man who was just robbed of his last coins from the very man that should protect him
I can hear the fear in the voices of the young graduates posted to lands known for haram instead of halal
I can hear the anguish from the man that lost his wife and unborn child to the very place supposedly known for healing

I can feel too
I can feel the agony and pain of those whose families take a trip(by air/road) and end up in heaven
I can feel the depression of the aged who  have to fight for their retirement funds
I can feel the annoyance of the labourforce as their taxes has reduced their standard of living

I cant see,
The veil of bloodshed blinds me,
I cant see,
PHCN has robbed me of my sight,
I cant see,
All other means of replacing PHCN has kept me in darkness.

I cant speak
I have lost my voice from screaming
Is it the constant noise from the generators that stop you from hearing me?
I cant speak,
My saliva has gone dry
I cant speak
The fear of loosing my tongue

Though i am handicaped,
I feel the need to make a change
Me and 1000s more,
But what do we do,
Short of wiping out a certain generation of greed,
Short of singing the anthem of exile in one voice,
If this be the solution, then comes the question,
Might there be a seed planted in the generation of the new, that carries likness from the greedy?
What is the average Nigeria dream?
For without the dream, what are we moving towards.






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