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Now, Only The Dead Mourn The Dead – By @Obajeun

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We have moved on, we didn’t blink. We heard the news, of the latest kidnap, 185 women and kids, we didn’t quiver. We moved on, like we have lost our national feelings for our sense of commonality. Like our shared set of collective memories had melted with our awry past. Like our means of forging common feeling and combating the intermediacy of changing events had been shattered by the fissures in our heart. To such extent, that only the dead now mourn the dead. Welcome to our arid absurdity, our national theatre of piled dead bodies.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

I have asked these questions before. How did we travel down to this age of de-civilization where the stench of clogged human blood has become the natural aroma of our atmosphere? How did we fly to this zone where common sense is no longer common among our kinsmen? How did we lose our sense of commonality? How come we still live as Nigerians, we still crave for our oneness, we wave away the possibility of our departure from nationhood, yet we are no longer jittery to daily news of mass killings? How? Only the dead now mourn the dead.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We have moved on, we didn’t blink. We heard the news, of the latest kidnap, 185 women and kids, we didn’t quiver. We moved on, like we have lost our national feelings for our sense of commonality. Like our shared set of collective memories had melted with our awry past. Like our means of forging common feeling and combating the intermediacy of changing events had been shattered by the fissures in our heart. To such extent, that only the dead now mourn the dead. Welcome to our arid absurdity, our national theatre of piled dead bodies.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

I have asked these questions before. How did we travel down to this age of de-civilization where the stench of clogged human blood has become the natural aroma of our atmosphere? How did we fly to this zone where common sense is no longer common among our kinsmen? How did we lose our sense of commonality? How come we still live as Nigerians, we still crave for our oneness, we wave away the possibility of our departure from nationhood, yet we are no longer jittery to daily news of mass killings? How? Only the dead now mourn the dead.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

When we allow mediocrity to ascend to high heavens and mediate between us and God, we would always find ourselves in this vicious terrain. This was what we did in 2011 and we are now living with the burden. As mediocrity had consolidated its grips on the nation, the Nigerian project had reached a critical brink of failure. The nation has become a helpless pawn in a play of giants. Even the fabled cat has a finite existence. Only the dead now mourn the dead.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We have venerated mediocrity to the abyss, we have rewarded skull emptiness with honorary degrees, we have given people the push to walk when they actually don’t have shoes to wear and move. We have messed with ourselves and now we are blessed with our shit. We have rolled out drums to dance shamelessly in celebration of nothingness such that people who are suffering from intellectual kwashiorkor now think they have the cerebral grandstanding and space to jive and liken their goons to Jesus Christ while our kinsmen cried in the fumes of bomb. Only the dead now mourn the dead.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We have entered a volatile era, reminiscent of the old order when Yakubu Gowon grilled Odumegwu Ojukwu, shattering Ojukwu’s “On Aburi We Stand” slogan. Just like Ojuwku confided to Reuters, “we are now rolling downhill. It will take a great deal to halt the momentum,” we are today, rolling downhill in haste. We have on our hands a collection of bold dogs and media goons offering sanity to the psychiatrist. This is not the time to pray, it is the time to question our sanity.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

We have been going round in cycle, repeating the same exercise and unlearning the same lesson. We have actually been deteriorating politically, intellectually and economically. As a result, we have suffered a profound loss of mental and spiritual magnitude and the capacity for productive politics. In the process, we acquired a democracy with an unhealthy appetite for power without corresponding political responsibilities. Our emotions have been eroded. We are a people living a dry life. We have burnt our connections due to greediness. We have suffered an immense intellectual loss due to glorification of mediocrity.

We are victims of our choices. This is the price we are paying.

Once again, history has presented us with options, to choose among humans, to lead us, to govern us. It is our choice, either to sustain our pains and wallow in our regrets, eternally, or we say good morning to revolution. This is an opportunity we cannot afford to squander. The dead that cannot see are expectant. The IDPs without homes are expectant. The desolated streets in the North-East are expectant. So our survival lies in our hands. Sadly, you cannot save a man from himself. We need to salvage ourselves.

It’s me, @Obajeun

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