10 Oct 2012


So I am listening to the song "If I die young" by THE BAND PERRY, as I write this post. It's a dirge to the souls of the youths lost in our bloody independence week. From the MUBI 40 killings to the ALUU 4 killings, to the massacre by army officials on Monday (It beats my imagination on how one would take up weapons and kill students calling them out  roll and killing them one by one).

Life is sacred. No one has the right to take another's life, everyone has a right to live. In a country like ours, I doubt if those words hold. Every day, we hear the news of killing sprees, bombing, murders etc, the list goes on and on. 

You begin to wonder what is going on, how and where it all went wrong. It all went wrong long ago, when our leaders locked themselves in a town's hall meeting at the palace and forgot they have a people to lead. When they steal our money and try to outsmart themselves in the game of thievery. When our leaders grew cold hearts and accused the youths of not being capable to lead. When they picked their successors and imposed them on us. When our leaders tell us to our face that there is nothing they can do save us from the floods ravaging our lands. When they looked into the camera and told the world lies about our country on our independence day, when our leaders fight tooth and nail and use swear words at themselves on national  television, when our leaders stole our money and bought houses in other countries and live large. When...The list goes on and on...

Remember this song "parents listen to your children, we are the leaders of tomorrow....". The little children who sang this are the youths now been lynched, murdered, bombed, maimed, killed  after their wedding day. I am not here to debate and ask you to join the team #theyareinnocent or the team #theyareguilty, or the team #wewanttheirkillers, or team #humanrightactivisits. Parents strive to send their kids to school, then they pray they do not bury them before they turn gray.  The kids get married and are killed before they even get to enjoy their marital bliss. Those that survive are scared to send their own children to school in Nigeria, believing that a foreign land is safer and better. These children lose touch with their culture and tradition, they come back and label everything as barbaric and old school. As they return, their parents pray for a safe trip, hoping they do not fall form the sky in the Nigerian Air Space, and that the men of the underworld do not snatch them form their hands. And the circle goes round and round and round, never stopping for a second, throwing off those who fall in the race. 

A verse from the song "IF I DIE YOUNG " by THE  BAND PERRY, its dedicated to these youths who die every day from no fault of theirs...

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors
Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life
Well, I've had just enough time.....

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I'm a goner
And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singing
Funny, when you're dead how people start listening

But if you do it right ONCE is ENOUGH!!!!

Till I drop by again, its ....Yours_Sincerely