Wednesday, 30 April 2014
The other day someone critisized my writing, saying i should leave the country if i dint like it.
I love Nigeria with all my heart, we are rich people. We are rich in culture, style, taste, food, nature. I love Nigeria because true Nigerians are strong, talented, goal getters, achiever, doers.
But my dear adviser if i get a coloured passport even a lil different from the green i own, i will leave. For you see my dear, the Nigerian Dream is to survive.
Today my pain goes out to the missing girls, how can anyone in authority or power sleep, how can we continue to live like its nothing but a leaking tap. I dont get it o! My tears cannot be dried, till the children return home.
I dont see anyone getting away with 200tubers of yam without a death penalty laid upon him by the farmers. How did we get to this point. We have become such savages that we harm the veryones we claim to protect. We instill fear on the nation.
No my dear, this is not a country Lanre wants to stay in, it is not a country you should stay in.
How is it that we watch the news make side comments and continue our meal or whatever we are doing?
We have voices that we let only our walls hear, in matters like this, these walls hear but turn deaf.
We have so many questions who do we ask?
I am in such a state of confusion that i dont know what will happen next.
How were those kids moved, in sacks like garri or on a brt bus? How many people moved these kids? Where are these kids that no one can hear them(i think of the chatter and screams of my lil cousins when they are in the house and cant imagine them in 200). Like i said the questions are endless. Am worried when my boyfriend lives the house in Lagos, am worried when my mother goes to the market in Kaduna, am worried when my sister goes to work in Abuja, am worried when my bestfriend lives the office to go home in Port Harcourt.
It could have been anyones kid, it could have been anyones sister or niece or cousin. Lets bring these girls home. Lend a voice till you are heard, breakdown deaf walls and let your voice travel to the ears of change, to the ears of action, to the weapons that will bring them back.
I dream of a Nigeria with a fair chance of survival.
All doled up in nice clothes, a pint of bold colour, moist coloured lips ready to part in a laugh but in a constant up curve. Perfect nails, just the right amount of fragrance, to leave a sweet remembrance, midheel matching shoes, to make a run if need be but really to be comfortable climbing up and down the flight of stairs or walk the long distance to the guy you seek.
Ready for whatever attitude comes up, armed with all the documents and answers, the bull is going down today, and the roast we must eat.
And even though all calls, messages and emails have been ignored or treated with one liners, the walk in is tall, the rehearsed annoyance at the tip of the tongue, to dish out firmly but softly with a stern smile.
The accounts are reconciled and yes you are right but no money yet, 'give me a call next week' he says as he stretch's into a more comfortable position in his chair. You thank him for the audience not the help cause you are no closer to what you went to achieve, he closes your file as soon as you go and another heap grows on it, no roast today('hunger, hunger' the screams in my head)the call next week will involve introductions of who you are and interogations on which invoice for which job, by which point am thinking if he has alzheimers how does he find his way to the office each day. Finally he recalls the facts then comes the story, someone who has the most important signature is either on leave or just resumed.
The unwritten rule is the more you are in their face, the closer you get to your money. If you have got a big trap, you have to set it right to catch the bull, if it backfires, your invoice gets chucked. The hustle continues insearch of common cattle or land birds just cause the hunger must be fed.
Sunday, 6 April 2014
My cousin is a typical lagos boy. I see him on saturday morning when he says he is off to a wedding and i dont see him again till very late that day or the next day. I ask him everytime, where do you go. Well today i got introduced to it.
We started with a young couples wedding, it was simple and drama filled. We shared a table with Ok bakasi and danced to songs played by a confused DJ. Yes it was fun, we ate very light(chinese rice and fish). The bride and groom jolly and inlove. Then dearest cousin whispered that he is going outside and to meet
him there in a few minutes.
There he said off to the next wedding. So we get here, am whoa, its biiiiig, its bold and its merry. I looked for the couple tire o, when i found them my eyeballs popped! They are way above 40! Am like, is this renewal of vows? This was totally different from the 1st, we had all sorts of food around, ewa agonyi, yam porride, ofada rice, small chops, fish and chips, the regular jollof, fried rice n moimoi n chicken, all the mouths were moving in all directions. The drinks, that 1 i cannot begin to mention, they were all here. Coolers of food and drinks were going under tables o. Souvenirs moving up, right, left, centre and down. Music here was a band, and all the geles and caps were moving, bumbum's shaking, hands in the air, all ages rocking. Its about5.26pm at this time and dear cousin whispers we have a naming ceremony to go to. Am like when, and he says today. Not long after, a family friend came to announce that they have another event. When we get outside, we have drama from the local drummers, they sing and drum till money cones out, poor cousin had to drop money! The funniest part is uncle's (cousin's popsy) driver was drunk mehn!!!! As in saying jargons, cant count drunk!!! So now, this is how, we move on to the next party. This party is calm, the older folks are outside. Us 'youngstars' settle in the sitting room with drinks, smallchops, rice, ps4 and gist.
And thats how the day ended, stuffed, tired and the hum of 'Aye' in my head.
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