SPOKEN WORDS

***I WISH I HAVE A VOICE***

Let me get something straight, just because I haven't spoken doesn't mean I am not hurt.
I have endured the pains and anguish you have bathed me with, thinking your intellect at a point in time would trigger some electrons in you to be redirected towards how badly you have treated me.

I taught I had known it all when I read how the white man savaged my fathers, mothers and African brothers and sisters round the African continent on the verge of colonization. But in my solitude, i wander. How would I have known that my own fathers will gang up against me and kill me over and over again? How would I have known that my mothers who are supposed to be the gate way between the divine world and the this cruel world, no longer value the lives it took them months to nurture and years to nurse? How would I have known that my own brother doesn't see me as himself, but as a prey? How would I have known that my own sister is always ready to hand me inn to scavengers to be scourged?

I've listened to sermons preached on the alter of deceit, read news papers on the same street that soaked the blood of my loved once, heard speeches from grey bearded monsters (chuckles) guess what I even saw their comic skits flooded on social media platforms; animals swallowing funds, finance buildings catching fire over night, people fainting as a result of interrogations, bandits celebrated and compensated in all 37 states with a grazing field while farmers strive to have access to lands they could till for daily bread but are denied.

I grew up memorising;
'Arise o compatriots, Nigeria's call obey and I wonder who calls and who obeys when the voices of the masses are not heard. Maybe we need to turn on the "MICRO PHONE" before our voices are heard.

"To serve our father land with love, strength and faith". Love? You can't give what you don't have. But of course the powerful always use their strength against the voiceless. Faith! Wow... I have seen videos of elders, teens and children murdered in cold blood because of the faith they profess.

"The labour of our heroes past, shall never be in vain'. I so wish the labour of late Ahmadu Bello, Nnamdi Azikiwe, Abubakar Tafawa Balewa, Obafemi Awolowo, of blessed memory, aren't going in vain.

"To serve with heart and might" . a dead conscience can't serve.

"One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity" ? That was when there was a country, not the country I live in today.

Why pledge when you can't keep your allegiance?
Why promise to be faithful, loyal and honest when you can't be sincere enough to value lives and properties?
Why speak of strength when it is used to conceal evil?
Why pretend to defend her unity and uphold her honor and glory when you are a cohort of all that is enticing to evil?

Why seek for God's help when you have a hardened heart?

I am crying out with a load voice on behalf of my people, we don't need the share of the national cake all we need is right to life, free access to our mud houses to sleep at night and farms to fend for ourselves during the day. I speak not only for the people of Kaduna but for Nigeria at large.

My name is Shedrack.
I am from Kaduna, Nigeria.

If you can't amplify me, then I don't have a voice.