We have our own story of existence. We have our history, but as time passes, foreigners believe became ours. Their stories of existence written became ours too as we adopted almost everything they came with.
You can’t blame the Foreigners. It’s more like marketing. They have what to sell; they have their stories written down for references as they embarked on their quest to conquer more territories. Let me remind you, they didn’t come with empty hands. Their followers also moved with zeal and in no time they achieved their desire.
It’s no crime choosing to Lord over others, that’s what man is made of. Man wants power. He wants to dominate and be superior to others. The bold won! Those with stories and histories recorded won while our god’s slept.
In the early hours of 1960, when the real sons and daughters grabbed freedom. Their chants of victory should have awakened the gods, but I doubt if they heard. They cannot be awake to watch their sons’ quest for control and power plunged their land into the Civil war. They will not be up watching as the developmental processes left behind by the foreigners declined.
No way! Our goods won’t fold hands to watch young men in Khaki seize power, dined on the table of planning assassinations; coups for control, and scatter things by playing drums of ethnicity, religion, segregation, marginalization, and all negative tunes that should have warranted thunder strikes. They must be snoring; watching the same young men in khaki, removed their uniforms, wrapped themselves in ‘Agbada’, branding democracy in their old age. They are Grandpa’s now, thinking they can correct the wrongs of their youth. It is not possible.
Maybe it’s possible again. I am just trying to be hopeful here. Daily happenings want to make me feel like it can’t be done. How can one explain that there was a Country where Naira was equal to a dollar? How will I be able to narrate it to her youth that in the days of their Father; they only had issues picking jobs that suit them? A man once told me how he had to pray and fast for three days to pick one out of five good job offers after graduating. They had cars waiting. A popular Pastor said he choose his University because of the Jollof rice and chicken offered to the students on his visit. Don’t just seat near the elders, if you don’t want to weep in comparison.
It has now gone to that point where Men look away as another man’s farm is destroyed; while they thank their gods that it wasn’t their farm. Perhaps many things were wrong. The wrongs have made Man lose touch with humanity, morals are thrown away as the game becomes more of the quick and the dead. “Get Rich or Die Trying” at any cost. ”
Let me take you back to the time of our gods. The gods have spokesmen or you can call them ‘Eyes of the gods’. They delivered every message of the gods to the people. The gods are feared. They instill morals into their subjects. You dare not swear by their names except you want to die instantly. In the community, you can put down your goods and leave, then a buyer will come to buy and then drop the money beside it. This is hard to get in this new kingdom. Everyone values name then, They don’t want to stain their lineage with evil deeds. Anyone who goes against the law may retire to the evil forest or have his head cut off. The time changes fast.
The gods are to blame. They shouldn’t have traded everything. They should have let us keep our morals, and our values and probably deal with offenders like in the time of old before they surrendered their territories. Now the Nation sleeps beside the gods. Is this part of the plan? I am sure no one knows except we wake up the gods. Maybe when they are finally out from their slumber, they will see that the plans have failed. Their sons have almost crumbled everything.
Seems I want to shift the blame. Can the gods be without men? Who are the gods? The gods are men who had lived in the past and had their deeds recorded to be referenced by upcoming men.
Their works and acts were known and above all favored the common man for good. Why did they sleep? They want new gods to be born. They want men who will stand for their rights and be known in history like them. They want men who won’t keep quiet about injustices to rise and be made mortals. They want new names for change. New doctrines and philosophy. Won’t you rise and be among the gods? The gods can only be up if men rise; if men vowed for genuine changes and live by it. The gods can be up on their feet if we realised we are gods too. How history was written made gods, but when we refuse to act, we tame the gods. It’s time to scream so that the gods can rise.