So yesterday, I decided to get a haircut only to find all hair salons closed.
It was Biafra heroes day celebration.
A day to commemorate the brave men and women of Biafra (present south east and South south Nigeria) who paid the ultimate price, fighting for their lives.
With my bushy hair, I contemplate the sacrifices made then and even now.
I consider the reasons.
Why did they fight??...why did they die??
Will they be proud of what we have become??
Can they ever rest in peace??
I've read many accounts of the Nigerian civil war, written by partakers and passive onlookers from both waring sides and still ask...is this what they fought for??

A fair society based on meritocracy you'll imagine should appeal to a southerner and a North man..
Still if we all want the same things, why fight against the same??
What is not contained in the account of either side is this...
That the firewood that gave birth to charcoal demands that charcoal be used to make the same fire.
If only she understands that charcoal can be used also to roast yam...a different form of heat, Just not the fire we need...but useful nevertheless.

So mediocrity leads...
Brain washed followers, measure success by the size of a man's mansion...the same size that should make us wonder at what great deficit they hide with something so banal.
Like 45million pounds for a wedding which some innocents will try to emulate.
So we chase after the end, the process not withstanding...all accomplices to a society that frustrates the due process and her products.

In the words of Chief Nwodo, the tail now wags the dog.
And who is to blame??
For when the lions eat grass to survive, they can as well be treated as goats.
As a friend tells me,... Until lions have their own historians, the tales of the hunt will always be about the valor of the hunters.
The failure of our family systems and parents in this important aspect of socialisation is evident.

In this relentless tragic comedy,
Tragedy is when a 16yrs old girl child with a child...the original minimum proudly shows whoever cares to see the picture of her baby daddy, standing in front of a Land cruiser...( key word, standing)..
Tragedy is where a country that attempts to drop all aspects of her colonial masters (mistress), down to currency and vehicle types somehow adopted her greatest symbols of corruption...with illegitimate warrant chiefs and divide and rule strategies...to even be called "fantastically corrupt" by the inventor's.
Tragedy is an endless list, but the only comedy therein is that somehow, we manage to keep laughing at it all.

Still one must not despair for too long for there's always hope.
If you given this child you cry for today, you'll starve her to death I tell you for you must have milk to nourish and nurture her.
Enrich your minds, and remember who you are...that you may equip your children for tomorrow.
True change truly begins with you...
And may you realize how powerful you are...you who partake in creation.