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Fire Breathing Citizens



Serial Ranter


Who cursed us!!!

When I said Nigeria was the anus of the world

Some faith grabbing, grace licking victims from the darkest part of the anus were defending the bottom line called Nigeria.

We keep telling ourselves, ''it is well'' when it is crystal clear to the blind that it is not well and will never be well, when we have leaders so aloof to your tragedy and unperturbed to your deaths.

In a progressive world, the President would have visited Onitsha now or issued a statement.

In a sane and functional society, plans and measures would have been started and put in motion to help, support and assist the victims of the fire and rebuild their businesses.

In a developed society, there would be a fire service department to combat and at least, fight the fire before it burnt everything to ashes.

But this is no progressive society, and this is no developed society.

This is a shit hole!!!!

I saw a pregnant woman with child burnt to ashes.

Let that picture sink in.

Imagine, just imagine she was your neighbor, I dare not say wife or mother so the Holy Ghost fire breathing fanatics won't come and scream ''God forbid and not my portion'' on my wall...

So, just imagine she was a familiar face, imagine the torment the family and close friends will go through forever.

Such trauma never ever leaves the mind.

What crime did the innocent child commit.

What crime did the mother and other victims commit, save living in a country where cows matter more than humans?

You were born in a hell, you were burnt by fire in the hell you lived and survived barely so far, and ironically, you might still end up in an eternal hell too.

The only sin the child committed was to be born poor and to be born poor in Nigeria.

I saw able bodied men trying to put out the fire with sachets of pure water.

I applauded their bravery but cried at the uselessness and futility of their effort.

It's like picking a bag of rice with toothpick.

But at least they were doing something unlike the government.

If the so called biggest market in Africa can burn down so freely just like that, do you for one instant think you are safe in your homes?

If the so called Island and crème d la crème of Lagos state can be so flooded that crocodiles and fishes can be found in the streets of the New York of Nigeria, then you should know you are not safe in your room and parlor.

It's only a matter of time before the plane crashes on your roof.

If you like run to church, it will crash inside there too on your head.

Religion won't save you.

Nigeria, who cursed us?

Of all the problems and epidemics we could have been challenged with, it is bad leaders and mad leadership.

Our leaders are not just bad but they are mad too.

They have gone mad from too much unchecked power.

At least if we were a third world country with good leaders, we would manage.

But a third world country with bad and mad leaders...double wahala for deadibody.

The average Nigerian is already poor and wretched, now the only source of livelihood and shelter has been burnt to ashes, and flooded to the rooftops, how much more wretchedness can the average Nigerian suffer?

It's not like our leaders don't know what to do, they travel all the time.

They don't just care.

They know no sane country permits haulage companies and truck drivers or fuel tankers to drive side by side with commercial and private vehicles.

The average truck driver is poorly paid, badly and over used with no welfare package and so is usually tired, irritated and violent.

They don't even have where they sleep as they spend days on the bad potholed road before reaching the port.

Imagine a hungry, poor, tired and angry fuel tank driver driving his tanker in the morning, and you, the average Lagosian, trying to rush to work and then you attempt to overtake him...Onitsha market is an example of what will happen next.

Living in Nigeria is like living in bondage, we live in and through hell everyday, only to get burnt to ashes to go and continue living in an eternal abyss.

How much fire can we choke on before we start breathing fire ourselves.

How much more flames can we chew before we become fire breathing citizens?

Food for thought.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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