“If they ever tell my story
let them say I walked with giants, men rise and fall like the Winter
wheat but these names will never die… Let them say I lived in the time
of Hector, tamer of horses…let them say I lived in the time of Achilles”- the Iliyad, Homer.
The words of Odysseus in Homer’s epic
and ancient poem titled ”The Iliyad” have always moved me. Those words
are deep and profound: they stir my soul and rekindle my spirit.
They speak of and reflect the essence of
Ancient Greece with its rich and exciting history, its extraordinary
heroes and heroines and its all-powerful and all-knowing gods, titans
and immortals. How I wish that I could conjure up such great and
powerful words about the history of my nation Nigeria and her heroes
past. How I wish that the Nigerian people had their own Odysseus’ ,
Achilles’, Agamemnons and Hectors.
How I wish they had their own ancient
poets and great thinkers like Socrates, Plato, Aristotle and Homer who
could remind generations to come about our past exploits with their
inspiring, compelling and historic prose.
Yet I look at the Nigeria of today and I
am not encouraged or inspired. As a matter of fact I am deeply
saddened. I see no heroes on the horizon but only questionable
pretenders and fallen caricatures that have sold their heritage and
destiny for a mess of pottage and that couldn’t give a fig about what
history or posterity will say about them or their country. Many have
asked why I should say such things. Permit me to answer that pertinent
question by posing a few of my own.
I start by asking: is this the Nigeria
of Murtala Mohammed and Theophilius Danjuma? Is this the nation that
helped to liberate Angola, Mozambique, Zimbabwe and South Africa?
Is this the nation that restored sanity
and stability to Sierra Leonne, that brought an end to a civil war in
Liberia, that fought so gallantly in Burma and Somalia and that quelled a
military coup in Sao Tome and Principe?
Is this the nation whose wealth once
knew no bounds and whose middle class once owned the finest cars and
properties in London, Paris and New York? Is this the nation whose
beautiful people once graced the streets of Belgravia, Chelsea,
Hampstead and Knitsbridge?
Is this the country that once
nationalized BP and that gave Margaret Thatcher sleepless nights over
apartheid South Africa ? Is this the nation that once stood up to the
mighty Boers and whose ancestors studied at Oxford and Cambridge as far
back as the 1800′s?
Is this the nation whose inhabitants and
various ethnic nationalities once ruled vast empires and whose
progenitors contributed so much to the traditions, religion and culture
of Ancient Egypt?
Is this the country that once fought a
bitter and brutal civil war, yet declared ”no victor, no vanquished”
and, in the spirit of love, came back as one? Is this the country which
has been through thick and thin and yet whose people remained ever so
resilient and always put a smile on their faces?
Is this the country where giants once
held court and where the greats of old once presided? Where did we go
wrong? What has happened to our people and what has afflicted our
country? When did our leaders become spineless cowards and deceivers?
When did the green white green of our nation’s flag become soiled with
human faeces and when was it torn to shreds?
When did we shy away from fighting our
own battles and prosecuting our own wars? When did we start bowing our
heads in shame as events unfold in our country? When did we start
sitting down silently as international newscasters speak about our
nation in painful, disdainful, hushed and condescending tones?
What has happened to the ever
courageous, ever smiling, ever confident and ever dependable Nigerian
who shook the world with his arrogance and confidence and who spoke of
his nation with pride and joy?
What has happened to our great army that
was once the pride of Africa and that once made us so proud? What has
happened to our great intellectuals and our men and women of courage and
vision who once, like a colossus, bestrode the world?
What has happened to the stubborn and
proud yet warm, friendly and profoundly good people that Nigerians once
were? What has happened to the people that were once regarded as the
hope of Africa and the pride of every black man on the planet?
Where and when did we go astray? How and
when did it all go wrong? When did we lose our strength, our wealth,
our honour and our power? When did we lose our excellence, our
confidence, our dignity and our self-respect? When did we become so weak
and so helpless? When did we turn into killers, savages and barbarians?
When did we become so pitiful that the
whole world mocks us and heaps insults on us so easily? When did they
start saying that we have ”no serious government”, that we have ”lost
control of large portions of our nation” and that we can’t even protect
our own children? When did we become incapable of defending our borders
and protecting our people?
When did we turn into a laughing stock
and a reference point for incompetence, stupidity, cowardice, ignorance,
evil, cluelessness and all that is bad to the rest of the world?
When did other nations start giving us
lessons on how to fight insurgency and how to prosecute our wars? When
did our people start clamouring for foreign armies to enter our land,
violate our sovereignty and march on our sacred soil?
When did we start having to ask others
to come and solve our local problems? O Nigeria, how are the mighty
fallen. Truly ours is a nation afflicted. She is finished and there is
little hope of any form of redemption or resurrection.
The honeymoon is over and the glory has
departed. One hundred years of a forced and failed marriage has ended in
a bitter yet undeniable divorce. We have lost it all and there is no
going back. Those that wish to break up our nation for sport and bring
our people to their knees have had their way.
Those that wish to watch us slaughter
one another in an orgy of mindless violence and that wish to establish
their AFRICOM in our shores will soon be here and we shall be occupied
forever.
O Nigeria, how are the mighty fallen. I
loved Nigeria but now I have stopped believing in her. She is saddled
with many different sub-nations that were simply incompatible right from
the start.
She is plagued and cursed with one
particular sub-nation whose ruling elite are dangerous and
unyielding, whose guile and deceit is second to none, who treat their
own people with contempt and derision, who believe that they were born
to rule, who think that power belongs to them, who suppress the
religious and ethnic minorities within their ranks and who were taught
from an early age that there was none besides them. Those people have
killed Nigeria. They and those who have consistently bowed and trembled
before them and who have always allowed them to have their way.
Our nation has become a cruel joke – she
is a maliciously contrived contraption that has shattered many dreams
and frustrated many ambitions and aspirations. This was a country that
was created for the benefit of just a few at the cost of the misery and
pain of so many.
I will never accept the idea of living
in a nation side by side with religious extremists who slit the throats
of children, who habitually slaughter the innocents and who abduct and
fornicate with small girls. Animals have no place in the homes of men.
It is time for us to stop pretending:
let the terrorists and their friends in high places break away and
establish their own country where they can marry as many young girls as
they please and chop off as many limbs as they want. Let them form a
nation where they can stone adulterers and turn women into chattels that
are not even worthy of life.
Let those of us from the west establish
Oduduwa and let us celebrate and enjoy our freedom from the bondage and
ineptitude of a cruel failed state that has no soul and that lacks
humanity and compassion.
Let us be liberated from the deceit that
is known as Nigeria: a nation that once was but that is no more. Let us
be free of Nigeria: a nation where injustice, evil, persecution,
insensitivity, impunity, terror, graft and wickedness reign supreme.
Let us be rid of Nigeria: a country
where those of us that had the misfortune of being born on the ”wrong”
side of the regional divide or who are adherents of the ”wrong”
religious faith are butchered for our heritage and can never be treated
as equals. Give us Oduduwa or let us die.
Yet we will eventually take our freedom
by force if it is not freely given to us. We shall take it by fire: by
the shedding of blood and by our own bleeding if necessary. We will take
it by fire and by sacrificing our lives if that is what we are forced
to do.
What we will never do is continue to
live in perpetual slavery in a nation called Nigeria that is afflicted
with feeble rulers and peopled by religious bigots, sexual deviants and
bloodthirsty terrorists.
We shall not allow ourselves to be
consumed by the weakness and ineptitude of our present-day rulers and
the sheer incompetence of those that do not have the courage or the
moral authority to crush the beasts that have abducted and enslaved our
girls.
I have had enough. I say goodbye Nigeria: give us Oduduwa or let us die.
Femi Fani-Kayode, former minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria wrote in from Abuja
Views expressed are solely the author’s
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