Expressions
Tuesday 19 August 2014
The Case of Pious
Pious had always been a careful
boy. Even as a kid, he had taken all the elderly advice to heart. He always
looked left, and right, then left again before crossing. He never spoke to
strangers, ignoring them as they called to him on the way to and from school.
Even when playing “catcher” with his friends in school he never let people grab
him, because of suspected germs. But he had one major flaw- nail biting. He
just couldn’t stop. Even throughout his secondary school up until his
university days. He just never could bring himself to use a nail-cutter; he chewed
on his nail when he was scared, worried, hungry or bored. Pious had read
somewhere about obsessive compulsive behavior. That must be what it is, that’s my OCD. He always used to say to
himself. That all changed on the 26th of July 2014.
“Nigeria records the first case
of Ebola” was the headline that jumped at Pious that morning. He had been
following the news on Ebola passively for a few months. The deadly virus which
had already killed 600 people was now in the Lagos, the most populous city in
West Africa. This frightened pious. He spent days pouring over Wikipedia and
other websites trying to understand this deadly virus. He understood that the
virus originally originated in bats and that it had been contained in Congo and
Sudan in the 1970s. How the hell did it
they let it get here. Pious went into overdrive. He ran to the mall, bought
extra hand sanitizers, gloves, Dettol antiseptic, soap and cream. The fear of
the disease cured him of his OCD- he stopped chewing on his nails.
Every day he would scour the
internet, searching for updates on the deadly Virus. On the 4th of
August, it was confirmed that the doctor who had had contact with the Liberian
had been infected. On the 9th of August, one of the nurses who had
attended to him was confirmed dead. On 14th of August, Lagos state
sectioned off a ward in Obalende, specially for Ebola victims. Pious thought he
wasn’t protected enough, so he stopped taking public buses and stuck to only
“Keke” and taxis. Public places such as markets and bars were a no-go area. He
was even tempted to join the craze of salt water drinking and bathing that
swept through the country.
Then came the day he woke up and
felt something wrong within his body. Oh
my God, I have Ebola!! He thought frighteningly to himself. But the symptoms
were not like any he had read about. He found it hard to breath, his heart beat
faster than normal, he was losing sensation in his fingers and toes, and he
felt dizzy. What do I do? What’s going
on? Am I dying? Am I going crazy? Oh my God I am going crazy.
As soon as it was day break, he
headed off to Ikoyi in a taxi to go see a trusted family doctor. Gbenga, the
doctor laughed hard when Pious asked him if it was Ebola.
“You had a panic attack Pious…nothing to fear”. The Doctor said.
“Are you sure?” pious asked looking very concerned
“Trust me, my certificate is original, you are very much free from
Ebola…you are just really stressed out”. Gbenga continued “I know the Ebola
outbreak, if you can even call it that. Is scary, but you shouldn’t stress yourself
over it”
“There are about thirty million people in Lagos and there have been
only ten cases so far… I mean you should be very careful, no doubt, but you
still need to be sure not to overwork yourself and your mind unnecessarily,
Lagos stress is already enough to do that. I want you to take a day from work
and just relax and enjoy life, you are too young to be having panic attacks”.
Gbenga prescribed some drugs and sent Pious off on his way.
It took a while, but Pious did calm down. He even boarded a bus when
going back. As he sat in the bus, he felt himself relax, his heart beat and
breathing normalized. Me, panic attack? How?
Pious thought to himself, am I white?
I. was all he could do from laughing out loud. For the first time in a long time, he was aware not anxious of his
surroundings. There sat by him a woman cradling her child to sleep. In front,
the conductor was cursing at a passenger who had just handed him one thousand
Naira bill. Pious looked outside the window, it was a beautiful day. It wasn’t
too sunny, too windy, too cold or rainy. There were no extremes. The weather
was perfect. He had been crossing the third mainland bridge to and from work
for more than 3 months now, yet he never saw what he did today. For the first
time he noticed the river which sprawled out on either side of the bridge. The
river seemed so serene, so peaceful, so undisturbed, yet so powerful, so
majestic. He felt humbled and uplifted at the same time. He took another deep
breath. At that moment, Pious remembered
a statement he had read or heard somewhere; Danger
is real, fear is a choice. He chose not to be afraid anymore- he felt
freer, he felt lighter. He felt alive.
As the bus sped through to the
end of the third mainland bridge on this fine Wednesday afternoon, there was a
loud pop sound. Before anyone could phantom what had happened, the bus was
swerving and spinning out of control. It crashed into an oncoming vehicle,
before somersaulting violently into a broken down BRT bus. The scene is
chaotic, with screech sounds coming from everywhere, everyone trying hard to
avoid the crashed bus. After a moments passed there is just silence, people
getting out of their vehicles moving closer to observe the horrific crash site.
“No survivors in horrific bus accident on Third Mainland Bridge” was the
headline that was carried in the Newspapers the next day.
Life
is beautiful because it is ephemeral. Do not let fear stop you from enjoying
the beauty of living.
Tuesday 15 July 2014
Free verse
Inhale
Take a deep breath,
Follow the trail
It would lead you into the unknown depth
Like delving into the deepest ocean trench
You give up all your senses, yet you feel no wrench
And through the blindness you will know light
You will then realise that seeing doesn't always mean sight
In your deafness you will find the sweet music of silence
Enjoying as you are enveloped in the melody of solace
As you go deeper, you understand the joy of stillness
Revealing life in its ever present infinite bliss
Nothing beats the joy of knowing you are primary
Knowing that unlimited happiness is yours for free
In this moment you see, hear, and feel the self imposed boundary
Exhale
Inhale
Can you see it now?
The insanity, we call sanity
The illusions, we call reality
Do you hear it now?
The limitations we call definitions
Several words and their fatal interpretations
Can you feel it now?
The pain of the suffering earth
As it rotates towards the brink of its apocalyptic death
You now know, you have all the right answers
What you were lacking were the right questions
Exhale
Inhale
You now see the flood of insanity drowning humanity
You see the insanity in every form, in every wave
Only humans seek to "make a living"
How can you make what you already have ?
Is it possible to build a house you already live in ?
All in an effort to ensure that we are never poor
we keep acquiring more and more
Forgetting that no matter how much we crave
There will never be enough space for riches in the grave
Exhale
Inhale
Remember the words of Rumi
Keep breaking your heart till it opens
Like bright light from the highest of heavens
Let your light shine through your mundane reality
Until all that's left now is wonderful, eternal
Bare, naked, pure and true
Once you are stripped of all doubts and fears, you will ask
What will I do? if I knew I could never fail
Exhale
Take a deep breath,
Follow the trail
It would lead you into the unknown depth
Like delving into the deepest ocean trench
You give up all your senses, yet you feel no wrench
And through the blindness you will know light
You will then realise that seeing doesn't always mean sight
In your deafness you will find the sweet music of silence
Enjoying as you are enveloped in the melody of solace
As you go deeper, you understand the joy of stillness
Revealing life in its ever present infinite bliss
Nothing beats the joy of knowing you are primary
Knowing that unlimited happiness is yours for free
In this moment you see, hear, and feel the self imposed boundary
Exhale
Inhale
Can you see it now?
The insanity, we call sanity
The illusions, we call reality
Do you hear it now?
The limitations we call definitions
Several words and their fatal interpretations
Can you feel it now?
The pain of the suffering earth
As it rotates towards the brink of its apocalyptic death
You now know, you have all the right answers
What you were lacking were the right questions
Exhale
Inhale
You now see the flood of insanity drowning humanity
You see the insanity in every form, in every wave
Only humans seek to "make a living"
How can you make what you already have ?
Is it possible to build a house you already live in ?
All in an effort to ensure that we are never poor
we keep acquiring more and more
Forgetting that no matter how much we crave
There will never be enough space for riches in the grave
Exhale
Inhale
Remember the words of Rumi
Keep breaking your heart till it opens
Like bright light from the highest of heavens
Let your light shine through your mundane reality
Until all that's left now is wonderful, eternal
Bare, naked, pure and true
Once you are stripped of all doubts and fears, you will ask
What will I do? if I knew I could never fail
Exhale
Saturday 12 July 2014
Illusion of Separation
"We blame society, but we are society..."
On my recent return to Nigeria, I arrived through Murtala Mohammed International Airport Lagos. It had been a frustrating morning, from a two hour delay to terrible services aboard a sorry excuse for a plane. As we landed the airport, being herded towards immigration and customs, the most cliché incident happened, the lights went out (don't worry this isn't another cliché lament on the inefficiencies of Nigeria). I wasn't fazed, neither was I shocked at the power failure; if anything it was expected. However, something did happen as we queued up to have our passport checked that surprised me. An immigration officer walking past me lamented "Nigeria sha...only in Nigeria, will such a thing happen". He said this with a shake of his head. For some reason, this did not sit well with me. I mean, I had already heard similar remarks from fellow Nigerians on the queue, so I didn't understand why that of the officer bugged me so. Fast forward a few weeks, I'm in the middle of another typical argument about Nigeria's woes with a close friend. She then says "Nigeria's problem is not my problem, not my responsibility". All of a sudden it hit me. It was a realisation that silenced me, and threw me into deep thought. I've thought about it before, but just sparingly. However now, it seemed so obvious, so glaring. Finally, I saw through the illusion.
Several of us (especially the youths) are trapped in an illusion.
Unfortunately this illusion is self induced; we have decided to trap ourselves
in an illusion of separation. The only reason, the remark made by the
immigration officer bothered me so much was just because of one simple fact: he
was in uniform. A man wearing the immigration service uniform is a representative of the Federal
Republic of Nigeria. As a representative of the state, he has no right to separate
himself from the state or the problems of the state. It's like the cashier at a
bank complaining to you, the customer, about poor customer service in the bank;
it sounds absurd. But in truth, it is my assumption that is absurd. What makes
me separate from the state or the problems of the state? My passport doesn't
differentiate me from the state. When I'm outside the country I am a
representative of the country in its totality. The problems are not the
country's alone but mine as well.
Don't get me wrong, I know that certain decisions of key actors have and still are crippling the nation, but
the thing is we are all being influenced by these decisions. We cannot escape
it. We being passive and believing that it is "their" responsibility
to give us power, water, good roads or safety is getting us nowhere. By separating
ourselves from the state and the problems of the state, we are not only giving
up our responsibilities but ownership as well. This is our country, not
"their" country. Next time you hear a remark such as "Nigeria is
a failed state", remember that the true meaning of that remark is that
"you are a failed state". Or next time you hear someone say
"Nigeria is inefficient", remember that what the person is really
saying is that "you are inefficient". It's time as youths and as
citizens, for us to stop the blame game.
Let's leave that for the petty party politics and politicians. It's time for us
to see past this illusion of separation and take our role as active citizens.
Citizens, to which being Nigerian isn't merely a passive adjective used to
identify oneself, but an active noun vested with the power to make positive
impacts on the country. We are all
stakeholders, and representatives of the state. We are not separate from the
state or the problems of the state.
Saturday 5 July 2014
Conviction
What do you fear? What makes you doubt yourself so? Why do you belittle your own potential? I've asked myself this question so many times. I've answered it so many times. Maybe it's that I'm being held back? or I'm too young and being pressured? I keep putting excuses in my way as to why I shouldn't be great. As these excuses clout my mind like dark clouds on a rainy day, I begin to realise my decline. Slowly by freeing the lease on my decisions and handing it over to someone else, I become comfortable. The same very circumstance I thought I was running away from. I begin to play it safe. My dreams have now become like domesticated birds; they will always have the potential to fly but they know they never will. They will lift off from the ground at rare occasions, but they will never soar into the sky. I know this, I feel this, yet I do nothing. I realise one vital fact about myself though. I lack conviction. I lack that constant energetic fervour that pours through the vein of great people. I have seen it in people around me. This conviction makes them move with solid form through a world of liquid mushy uncertainty. Conviction gives them form and structure. Conviction gives them a purpose. Not having conviction is terrible. it is like existing in an inertial limbo. The certainties of before become the uncertainties of now and the failures of tomorrow. A lack of conviction leads you into a lazy comfortable life of pushing your choices away. You give up yourchoices to the arbitrary bliss of fate.
From time to time, something shakes me up. something that gives me reassurance like receiving a debit alert. It comes in flashes through the norm that is my everyday life. It reminds me repeatedly to be on my toes. It reminds that being comfortable will not hide me from my responsibility. Giving excuses is about being below the bar. Being safe is about staying where you are without having to justify not being where you can be and where you want to be. I might not have conviction, but I believe I faith. I faith in myself, my potential and ability. I have faith that I can excel, I have faith that I can do better and that I will do better. Faith is another form of conviction. It is gentler in its tips and messages. It hides in a motivational word, or an inspirational deed. It is the encouraging friends, the admirable brother, the patience, the sweet tenderness of a lovely sister. I have so much life around me, I have no choice but be alive. I have to wrestle fate to take control of my own destiny. The beauty of life is in living it, not in hiding from it.
Monday 24 March 2014
Epiphanies
“When was the last time you did something for the first time?”
I recently had three epiphanies.
The first one probably would not be so shocking to the people that know me
quite well; I am not planned. I have never used the word “plan” in any way to describe
any aspect of my life. I do not store dates down in my calendar (I don’t even
have one), neither do I set reminders on my phone. I can’t even remember the
last time I was awoken by an alarm. I remember and do stuff according to their
importance. So as you can imagine, for a final year student, I am constantly
tormented with the remembrance of my thesis. I was enduring one of such torment.
Just a week to the mid-semester break, at the library. I stared at my computer
screen which was blank except for the heading “Data analysis and
interpretation”. A friend of mine, approached me at this moment and asked me to
join him on a trip during the mid-semester break. I would have laughed it off
as a joke, if I already didn’t know how crazy this particular friend was. Then,
I asked where exactly this trip was going to be to. The North of Ghana he said.
This time I couldn’t hold down my laughter. I mean there was no justification
for this level of craziness. After my laughter, I shook my head and sort to
concentrate on other importance things. But then, he (my friend) asked me why I
wouldn’t go? As he asked me this key question, I had another epiphany about
myself. The thing is, even though I am completely unplanned, I am not
spontaneous either. I don’t just get up and do crazy stuff for the fun of it or for
the thrill of it. I am far from what you would describe as an adrenaline junky.
I do things at my own pace, in a comfortable and safe space. Why would I pack my bags and go around
aimlessly in the North, when I can comfortably work on my thesis in the safe
Ashesi Campus? As I thought this question to myself I had my third and
probably the most important epiphany; I’m a sheep. A sheep here defined as a
person with the inability to make choices, for fear of failure or major
indifference to the outcome. I was herded into school. I chose Business
Administration as a major, because it was close to accounting (my mum’s
predicted profession for me). The most exciting choices I had to make were
electives. Even then, except for a few exceptions, I always chose the lecturer
which was most generous with grades, or the course which I thought was easier
(this rationale always led me to horrible choices). So instead of telling my
friend no out rightly, I told him I’ll think about it.
So for the next week, I thought
about it. It was like a battle between my thesis and the trip. I hear my
classmates talking about their thesis and deadlines, and my heart skips a beat
out of fear. I see my friend searching through the internet for sites to see in
the north, and I grit my teeth as I imagine the potential regret. I have not
always been so excellent at setting my priorities but I had done ok. I knew
that rationally, my thesis should come first. However, my mind seemed to be
appreciating the idea of a trip more and more. The chance to break free from
the monotonous routine. The time to break the boundaries of my comfort and
safety. I thought to myself, in the next ten to twenty years, what stories
would I have to tell about my time in school? Would I be excited to tell people
about all the times I was half asleep in class or would I want to tell people
of a faltering and funny journey from Accra all the to way to Paga (A border town in Northern Ghana)? It should be noted, that
this is not only about being able to tell a story. It is also about knowing
that this is probably the only time I would have enough time and energy. Baz
Lurhman said in his song, sunscreen “Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth…
you would never understand the beauty and power until they’ve faded”. I want to
look back at this moment, with an appreciative nod of satisfaction and
fulfilment, knowing that I utilized my youth well. Again it’s not just about
getting up and traveling. It’s about doing something. It’s time I stopped
hiding under the excuse of “I have work to do” or “I have an assignment due”. Our education is not only in the classroom,
our education is the wholesome experience of the entire four years away from
home. On the day before the trip, I made my decision (I guess I am spontaneous
after all).
Thursday 27 February 2014
Comfort
I once received
one of those funny pictures that circulated during the height of BBM instant
messaging. The picture was that of an old newspaper dated 1985, the caption
reading “No more Black Out!!-NEPA”. Without giving much thought to it, I
laughed hard and true. The funniest thing was that, the picture had been sent
while the lights were out. I then
proceeded to forward it to my other contacts. That was it…that was my reaction
to the further realization that my government had failed. There was no outrage,
no reflective thought, just a reduction of a grave issue into trivia. I mean,
NEPA (Now PHCN) has always been this way. I was never born into a Nigeria which
was free from power outages, one which was flowing with regular water supply or
one where my parents didn’t bolt the doors and gates to protect us through the
night. I inherited a dark, dry and unsafe Nigeria. Although, it would be a
great exaggeration to claim that I was at the brunt end of Nigeria’s
inefficiencies. When the lights were out, there was a generator to back it up.
The only source of water I came to recognize was that of a borehole. There was
always the mai guardi, who made us
“feel” safe. Yes, you could say I’m one of the "lucky" ones; the ones
only grazed by Nigeria’s inefficiencies. The “ones” that are comfortable. That
wouldn’t have been so bad, if everyone else was just as lucky as I was.
Recently I was
at the library and about to perform my everyday browsing ritual. First, I open
my email, followed by Linda Ikeji’s blog, then Daily Mail (Football), and other
tabs of interest and assignments. On Linda’s blog, I scrolled down, digesting
the day’s gossip and gist. Then my eyes fell atop a familiar bit of news. This news
had been repeated over and over again, different varieties but same message. The
news read “Boko Haram attacks Federal Govt College Yobe, kills 29 students”. I
stopped scrolling, staring at the headline, with a picture of masked militia
men carrying arms. My heart beat was normal, my breathing was normal,
everything in and around me was going on as normal. I said to myself when would this stop? Instantly, I was
triggered to the headline of another piece of news only a few weeks ago: “Photos:
Officer killed by Boko Haram to be buried this Thursday”. This was the exact
same thing I said, the exact same reaction I had. I then went ahead to open
older posts and on the same day as the last similar bit of news was another
headline: “Boko haram men attack 2 villages in Borno + Govt seals border with
Cameroon”. This particular bit of news was sitting just above the headline; “Super-hot
Toyin Lawani stylishly rocks her baby bump for Exquisite”. This became
extremely unsettling as I realized to myself, that this, to me seemed normal. The
massacre of people sat comfortably with celebrity gossip. I discussed it with a
couple of friends and one of them said “it is like old, repeated news…its
tiring”. The death of scores of Nigerian citizen is tiring? Are we that
comfortable? Are our lives going that fantastically well? Are we that
disconnected as a nation?
The killings in
itself, is barbaric, gruesome and just plain wicked. However, I believe we have
committed a far greater sin; the sin of Apathy. Comfort has made the lot of us
apathetic and disconnected. We seem to have sort of tricked ourselves, that
what is happening in the North is something far, far, far away. The countless
people that are killed there every week are only given a fleeting moments of
our thought. There have been an estimated 12,000 deaths due to Boko Haram
insurgence between 2012 and 2013 alone. These are staggering and shocking
statistics, for a country that is meant to free of war. Even sadder, is the fact
that the people being killed have absolutely no influence on any political or
economic decisions, yet they pay the price for the consequences of government
decisions, or lack thereof. In 2012, the Human Rights Watch released an article
titled “Nigeria: Boko Haram Attacks Likely Crimes against Humanity”. Two years
on, this is still the same issue we are battling with. It has now become a part
of the everyday; a new topic of discussion on BBM or to be more recent,
Whatsapp. It is easily becoming one of the inefficiencies of the country. It is
easily being accepted as the reality. Soon enough kids won’t understand what it
means to live in a Nigeria without Boko haram. Soon enough this will become our
reality.
Are we really
that comfortable? Are the country’s affairs going as planned? In the same
sovereign state, where 70% of the people are below poverty line, is the same
nation where $20, 000,000,000 cannot be accounted for. This is a country where
universities are plagued with dilapidating infrastructure and rebellious
striking lecturers. Our senate approves child marriage but criminalizes gay
rights. Our President, in his comfortable distance, comes out to condemn the “killings”,
while offering the aggrieved his sympathy. When has this sympathy which he so
willingly offers, helped protected anyone from the cruelty of Boko Haram. I
laugh when, I hear people attacking him (The President), for not handling the
issues of the nation well. I think our dear President is suffering from the
exact same thing we are all suffering; comfort. Our comfort has disconnected us
so much from the happenings around us. I do not seek to compare to evils or
trying situations, but it is fair to say that the Ukrainians did not put up
with half the things Nigerians put up with every single day. Yet, the country
(Ukraine) is in turmoil and crises because the people know their power and
rights, while we remain here dormant. It should be noted that I do not seek to
incite or encourage violent protests and anarchy like we have seen in different
parts of the world, but I am saying it is high time we woke up.
It is time for
us to move beyond having to read a blog post about the deaths of innocent
people and seeing comments like “first to comment”. It is time we moved beyond
commercialized soft pornography for music videos. It is time to realize that although
distance might save you from the brutality of boko haram, it shall not protect
you from the terrible policies, unemployment, power failure or inadequate water
supply. It is time we moved beyond party politics and realize that APC and PDP
are cut from the same cloth. It is time we stop attacking each other with
unnecessary sentiments, and start attacking issues with proper planning and
discourse. It is time our attitude, thoughts and actions reflect that of our
current surroundings. When we open eyes to these truths and so much more we
will realize a simple, obvious yet shocking reality; we are not as comfortable
as we think we are. Only when our cruel apathy is replaced by genuine empathy
shall we move forward.
My father always
had a sentence, he would say to us anytime I or my siblings have misbehaved
badly. It translated to: Do not let joy, or in other words comfort spoil it.
Please, we have to fight hard to ensure we are not blinded by comfort. It is
not much, in fact it is grossly inadequate, but I dedicate this to all the “unlucky”
ones; the ones feeling the brunt of the harsh realities of Nigeria’s
inefficiencies. You are not forgotten, neither are you neglected. I (and
hopefully) others shall keep fighting to bring comfort back into your lives.
*Statistic were gotten from U.N reports and index mundi.
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