The recent events in Nigeria call for sober reflection. We have become a nation gradually losing its essence, probably at this point—lost its essence. It’s a nation now guided by misguided, irrational, and impetuous fiefdoms. We have become a nation that grovels for our birthright and plays second fiddle when we have so much to offer.
Our heritage is now hijacked by scum of the earth,and the slaves have now become the masters. I must say slaves with pugnacious desire to plunder and steal, slaves with no honor but an intricate desire to fulfill childhood lack. The slaves have become the curators of the destinies of masters, and the mass appeal the slaves can bring is plunder.
These slaves still have lacerations from the psychological torture of their past, and you expect them to heal masters? Impossible!
They will only create more pain and torture. That’s all they have done. Their flowers have never blossomed. They have never planted any trees—all they know is to fetch firewood and set it alight.
You cannot make a nurturer out of the unnutured. It’s an abbreviated disaster in the making. You cannot make the unloved love passionately without looking for setbacks.
Our hearts and souls are now kept in the cupboard of the heartless ones. We now seek our counsel with the unwise ones.
These ones do not understand that a heart that is broken is a heart that is open.
