Reflect Nigeria – Sobering Contemplation

Alas, if the truth be acquitted unvarnished, incontrovertible evidence sadly illuminates the horrendous metamorphosis which has transformed, a horizon previously glistening in the iridescent glow of bountiful potentialities, to a darkened eclipse truly intransigently loathsome. The manacles of the woeful macabre have laid siege deep within the country’s essence and made abhorrent association with detestable orchestration rendering the national landscape a fragmented ruination of skeletal decay.

The “suffer suffer for world” that the iconic Fela sang about decades ago has too long taken permanent habitation in and afflicted the Nigerian existence. Compounding that, an additional tsunami of anguished disquietude has been foisted upon Nigerian people, the sovereign people. Now ensnarled, as if they are without viable antidote, in the improvidence of odious circumstance. Lament more, Nigeria.

The sense of security in the nation, long beguiled in the dissipated mirage of a fractured belief in platitudes and vacuous capabilities. The roads in certain areas incompatible with the present, atrociously impassable simulating footpaths in renditions of ancient folklore. The disequilibrium of the shredded financial milieu holding no promise for the economically battered, propelling scores who in alarming numbers continue to embark on the “Japa” voyage of the unending “Andrew” phenomenon. Hence eviscerating the country’s human capital and debilitating the family structure. The elderly now embracing forced solitude. Whilst their lineage steadily populate other jurisdictions, deterred from returning by the multiplicity of the detritus emanating from the vestiges of accountability, torridly puckered, and wantonly parading unbridled with putrid corruption, its abominable kin.

Households, where possible, assume the long-abdicated responsibilities of the government, generating electricity and drilling for or purchasing water to approximate the barest of normalcy. Some parents amid the realities of instability and concerns about the viability of educational standards spend fortunes abroad to bequeath their children sound education. Certain hospitals fail to dispense appropriate medical care maiming or killing patients with no apparent recourse. The judicial system, in part, has mortgaged its reputation in significant measure apparently sacrificing justice itself. The stupendous cost of living straddles as a fettered yoke across the neck of the homeland. Almost all cadre of workers in disillusionment embrace picket lines without appropriate relief. The rancid disintegration of the nation haplessly unfolds in continuous succession as time swiftly forges ahead rendering no aid to stagnant delinquency.

This calamitous heritage still appears not sufficiently perilous in dimension for the prostrated oppressed. For yet, cast as further inimical vice on the besieged people, are the dastardly queues appearing as ghoulish caricatures, to strangulate the already ill-fated and beleaguered. For upon their bitterly blighted countenance is thrust again, the convulsive quest for petrol, with the new ill-conceived appendage, the vanishing currency. Such seismic horror unleashed by the investiture of the asinine, miserably incapacitating the cumulatively assailed by virtue of their location on the globe. To the extent that tranquility, sustenance and various necessities elude expansive segments of the country in the abysmal spectrum of life.

And of such malevolent prejudice is the ruthless onslaught of the besiegement of the scarcity of cash, that Nigerians, languish in the elements, strip to their underwear or completely naked in banks in abject desperation attended by lamentation’s quest. Others in the company of mattresses embrace futile expeditions to the bank to await the illusory dispensation of cash. The convoluted distortion underscoring the trajectory of the misanthropic predicament has maliciously turned Nigerians into the classification of the ironic impoverished. Subjugated Nigerians impoverished, by the government mandated to assure their welfare, but now in the foreboding chapter of the chronicles of despair in the overwhelmingly fiendish scheme, are obligated to beg for their own money. A sardonic democracy!

In the peculiarity of the eccentricity residing within the geographic coordinates of the country, inflamed by the vacuum of the cash, incited Nigerians turn on fellow Nigerians, as cash starved citizens seek retribution against the instruments perceived as the purveyors of the recent dose of heightened oppression, the banks and their workers. Must employment lead to tactical maneuvering in great escapes to safety? What nature of perdition is this? The vagabond cash now exorbitantly traded in the market square as an essential commodity contravenes its own purpose. Catastrophe personified. Why? Where lie masked the perpetrators of these calamities? Who will compensate Nigerians for the ordeal of this perpetual hellish tribulation? Or does consensus abound that collective hides of Nigerians will withstand the ceaseless whipping of the gouged out and septic lacerations, drawing blood with each incisive blow. Even anguish itself, in amazement contemplates the longsuffering plight of Nigerians, transfixed.

How is this possible in a nation adorned with exceptional intellect and resources? What course of condemnation finds itself affixed to fabric of the nation cascading unrestricted and bereft of hope? Which accursed winds blow with such balefully tumultuous intentions across the land confiscating the future?

Nigeria, grid thy loins, as a great depression seemingly approaches. The failure of the state amid this precipitous decline, may elude rectification’s course, as the tide of recalcitrant destruction appears determined to reign embedded in the void of sustainable containment. 

For national survival, unadulterated stewardship, irreproachable accountability and unblemished transparency must ascend forth and prevail unshackled. Lest the apocalyptic inferno subsumes all, and mayhem cojoined with calamity embrace the pursuit of annihilation.

Ponder these…

Dr. Yemisi Solanke Koya, Esq.

Dated this 7th day of February 2023


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