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Nigeria Is Falling Apart

Nigeria is falling apart. No kidding.

It starts with an unending series of killings in an area of Lagos state, then it becomes jungle justice, then we hear the Island is flooded, and it culminates in a longstanding issue of a missing president. Yet somehow we are more interested in a woman who has just conceived after being pregnant for what? Three years? I laugh.

We deliberate on releasing a renowned kidnapper because he quotes Psalms 23 better than Caleb, because his wife and children are crying, I mean, Caleb have you no sympathy?

We deliberate on jungle justice, on how far is too far. On if the government doesn’t protect us Caleb, shouldn’t we protect ourselves? And then when an innocent man is killed, we sweep it under the carpet of “we are victims of circumstances.”

Over 12 years ago, we all watched on Channels TV as a ten year old beggar (or less. Not sure of the age now) was lynched because they found 50 naira on him and  they assumed he was a ritualist who lured children to their waterloo with the crumpled note.

The mob was frantic. You, my dear, lovely, tithe-paying Nigerian Christian was frantic. Thirsty for blood. So much that when you pointed to his mother in the crowd, she denied him. So you threw a tyre over his head, sprinkled petrol and boom.

His name was Samuel. I never forgot. It stayed with me.

Where’s the evidence? He said. She said. I saw. They saw. My uncle’s neighbor’s principal said.

But this is fine. For we are a people taken to grappling at the words of others. Pastors. Bus Doctors.

We are a people greatly moved by miracles, by impossibles. So can I suggest a few to you?

We need our president to come back.

We need something to be done in Ikorodu before it becomes all of Lagos State.

We need to tackle cargo trucks and petrol tankers. One fell in Ojota two days ago and of course killed people.

The area I live in Lagos is close to the port and ridden by them. I have to slice through them every day to go anywhere. The road is bad. They hump along it but they still move.

They shouldn’t be passing this particular road, but after crumpled naira notes are squeezed into the hands of pot-bellied officials, it’s go on boys, go on.

How is that the government’s fault? How did the government make you stupid?

2015. A tanker fell right on that road. Spilled petrol.  Burned about three buildings including a bank. Killed lots of people.

What did they say was the problem? The devil is wicked. Why did God sit and let this happen? After all the prayers we’ve made.

That episode has passed. The road is worse. Lagos State Government ordered them to leave. For where?

The potholes are endless. It’s a time bomb waiting to happen. I  pass  there almost every week and shake my head. Money keeps exchanging hands; it’s your daily bread against my life.

Lest I forget, I have to carry my ID cards and “I am a blogger line” everywhere. Because the police keep stopping me. In an Uber. On foot. Three times in two months.

May I meet you. Open your bag. Give me your phone. Unlock it. Open your WhatsApp. Open your Messenger. You have beards. Why do you have a WiFi?

Caressing their slender guns in my face. If they find a man’s picture on my phone, I am gay. If it’s a woman, then I must be a yahoo boy.

So give us 5k. Cooperate. Or you get beaten. Or worse, shot.

My “I am a writer” line saves me all the time, plus I shove aside my ego and play along. What of the bearded man with a Wi-Fi who has no line?

A man was shot four weeks ago. Same scenario.

So let’s be prayerful, Caleb. Let’s pray harder. God is alive, Caleb. He hearkens to his children.  Let’s blame our government some more.

Fuck you.

Fuck praying for it.

Fuck “the situation is beyond us” and “only prayer can save us”.

Fuck blaming the government. Yes they are terrible, yes they’re thieves, but let’s face it, you are terrible too.

You are a terrible person. No more sugar coating it. And I am tired of telling you prayer demands some sense from you too, so I won’t.

I am talking to the people who have sense today.  To the good minded Nigerians who are consistently frustrated by you idiots.

Run if you can. They don’t deserve you.

The second you’re able to, grab your passport and run.

Don’t let anyone guilt trip you into staying.

Run. Get a visa. Get on that plane.

Keep running.

Written by Caleb Okereke

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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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One comment

  1. Dear Caleb, the situation is really sad and it is not like we can’t do a thing about it. Millions of Nigerians are boiling mad, you out of us all, has beautifully expressed yourself.

    It is not like the situation is so bad that nothing can be done. I really also don’t just get it. My most legitimate fear is, this Ikorodu situation, was just the same way boko haram started out. The first time we all sat down minding our own business and heard a bombast, Nigeria felt really bad. There was an outcry. By the umpteenth time, we now have adopted the “eyaaah” and probably give that secret thanks to God that it is not the part of Nigeria we live in that keeps exploding like bad tyres. Now we pray.

    The wanton disregard for life, beats me and scares me. Who knows what this group will turn out to be, if we don’t stampede them out now for good?

    Prayer is now the order of the day. Particularly when the people are not only helpless and blacks, they just must have that additional specs “Nigerians”.

    And as the writer says, just like many of my friends, when they get on that plane, they never come back. And i wont blame them.

    To persons as myself, who still find a life within this society that defy every avenue of logical thinking, we must live and live right.

    In the midst of all these madness and unthinkable circumstances, our president really is missing.


    Let us just pray. I know you hate the statement. ?

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