Osun State Cock And Bull Legacy

MY heart bleeds, and my bravery is taken away from me. As I consider the toiling of the nationalists who sacrificed all there were to let go, including their lives and essence. As the legacies of their doggedness are allowed to decay as if our past has been annilulated, and the antimacassar of our historic…”
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August 20, 2008 9:46 pm

MY heart bleeds, and my bravery is taken away from me. As I consider the toiling of the nationalists who sacrificed all there were to let go, including their lives and essence. As the legacies of their doggedness are allowed to decay as if our past has been annilulated, and the antimacassar of our historic chairs are being removed so that the set will not only be dirtied by the liquid of perspiration but also to be defaced into shreds for no senses to benefit from.

I begin to wonder if this is truly our nature as ordained by God, or if it is a concoction that the ingenuity of man which is strange to God has brought about. Why do we suddenly have accursed land? Why the patience to put on a toga of wasted generation? Why do we appear, now to have come from a neutral planet? Why should we wait until what we are destined to prey upon suddenly become the predator to consume us? Where is the future? Where is the posterity?

I never contemplate being a politician. I have seen men get rich quickly and like the dew in a sunny day, the wealth disappeared unnoticed. I have seen people (male and female alike) dubbed as of timber and calibre and sooner than envisaged they turned paper –serviette ment for men to squeeze after fulfilling the mop up duty, though they are mollified with such soothing statement as “God will do it again”, only to be mocked behind them because the panoply of fine linen that decorates their skeletons, is abrupthy removed.

This is life for you and I think it is not an experience to relish though such is incubated on our style of charade called politics in this part of the world, albeit in the state of the living spring. No wonder, all attempts to give it human face by new entrants at the arena are being rebuffed, and discouraged through all methods and styles. Your guess is as good as mine.

It was a day in July 2008; a day that shook me off my sterling equilibrium, a day that my sternness utterly betrayed me. It was indeed a day not to savour. On that day, the following dialogue ensued:

Host:- Good morning my friend
Self:- Good morning.

Host:- It is quite an age.
Self: Actually, it is because you people in the political circle have decided to abandon us in our state of economic uncertainly; after all you (politicians) are in control of economic power.

Host:- You can also join us if you are interested in the cake-sharing process.
Self: I will join you when the terror is clearer.

THIS conversation took place in the atmosphere of jokes and jesting but my host suddenly became more frank and painstaking when he interjected thus: “I know you from your youth days as a gentle and easy=going guy and I am sure there is no correlation between your nature and what obtains in the political arena”.

He intended to end the conversation by honestly asking a question: “Can you carry gun and cutlass? Even if you can, can you kill? I was gazing at him in bewilderment when hurriedly he asked me for permission to attend to a political associate.

I got more confused the more I tried to unsettle the riddle and I was in this state when a statement filtered into my ears that lives had been wasted in Okuku, the home town of the Chief Security Officer of Osun State earlier in April. This quickly unsettled the riddle as the case was like the replica of an hunter who came into the town of the primitives and trampled under his feet ten chickens. He told those who shuddered at this act to be calm, as he was only demonstrating was used to happen in the bush.

It became clearer the message my politician friend was trying to pass across: The emblem of politics is violence. It is chaos. It is desperation and it is crudity. That explains why we have to revisit what were considered archaic before we resorted to the so-called modern day politics. If what is modern becomes dangerous, if it is dehumanizing, if it is heart-aching, we then must hold on to the archaic since it was not retrogressive and heart rendering as we have it today.

Before what our politicians call modern day politics consumes us, we must be a little proactive. We must repudiate “khakitocratic” politics that is already sending an obliterating signal. Or how else can we explain a situation whereby the home base of the state’s Chief Security Officer is being ravaged by violence. I can recall that many lives were lost in Igbaye in March this year during PDP intra-party fracas.

I bared my soul on this great issue and a friend asked me to throw in the towel as he has done. According to him, Nigeria is not worth dying for because those who were at the fore front of freedom struggle in the past are now forgotten heroes with their dependants paying dearly for it; as they are often abandoned by the direct beneficiaries of the struggle. I however believe to the contrary.

I see the government of the day igniting a flame that will be difficult to manage. Flame of violence consumes faster than a molten magma in that while the fragments of its rubbles can still be worked upon to serve useful purposes for the survival of mankind, the flame of violence can wipe out a whole race from the surface of the earth.

THE agents of socialization can only do one of two things: To orientate for the purpose of being reformed so that personal efforts and contributions will impact on the society for the advancement of its course. Every mortal therein will fashion our meaningful ways of living and this is not in jeopardy of other people’s quests for survival. The environment aids creativity and all, except the indolent make the best out of personal ingenuity.

The second is to disorientate with the resultant effect of debasing all that is decorous. Jungle laws become predominantly operational. No value is placed on hard work and everybody is expected to be skilled in peek-a-boo that will fetch no same a legacy of reward and benefits. A view for reform that will translate to societal good will be regarded as a malarkey, and this will attract a great obloquy.

We a jumble of the two elucidated above in our dear country, though this is predominant in the State of the Living Spring where for the first time we have a blue-blooded ex-serviceman in the Nigerian Army is at the helm of affairs. From all that I have seen happen, I have been dazed to my greatest imagination. His dutches has fondly taken affluence to the highest level of human operations, pomping merriment to an unimaginable volume and souching all women that matter in affluence obduracy.

The duo are full of charisma, strong enough to catapult any stubbornly moribund economy out of doldrums because they have touched all places around the globe that engender influence of greatness. I am sure anybody who knows them will count us lucky for the grace to access objects of prosperity and I think I would have been inebriated by reason of potential facts to be bought over without overtures for apology.
The turn of events has betrayed me, as the Amazonian appearance seems eclipsed in want of conviction that some empirical evaluation can unfold.

It will actually take a critical and closer look to fathom the true picture of the state of events as people are not divorced from news of deceit and the truth that is spoken is not heard because there is no medium of dissemination, and people are utterly helpless as the operational option is the blockade of their hearing device.

Whatever anybody’s idiosyncrasies are, what is important is the way such impact on the organized social structure. If it is beneficial, the society progresses and minds are at rest even if there is scarcity because this will be considered to be naturally conditional and that the passage of time will see to its extinction. If it is dysfunctional and counter-productive, everybody will appear bored with life as the situation is most likely to be chaotic and frustrating and it is the disappearance of it or lack of it that will prompt the ebullience that will radiate the faces of creatures that are morose and gloomy.

IF the present legacy is maintained, the life expectancy of our people will dwindle, so much that the absence of diseases and epidemics will no longer guarantee longevity, both of lives and of structure. Values will not endure and human identity will lose its essence, and the linkage between the past and the future will become extinct: The implication of this is that there will be no continuity as only logs of wood will be trailing our streets while men of substance and valour would have gone into oblivion.

Thuggery and hooliganism are today’s Osun State political emblem and they stand condemnable in their entirety. Assassination, victimization, framing and other vices will not blow us any good and these and other evil concupiscence that are prevalent in our political arena will only succeed in eroding succession principle which is paramount to national survival.

Condemnation awaits those who derive joy in the condemnable. God cannot in any way be fooled as it is people’s reaction to His testaments that will determine the nature of His attitude; whether it will be judgment or justification. Nobody owns his or her body and soul and they are accountable to their owner who will come in due season to give His verdict.

Evil doers are today called to repentance and it is God that is showing us His mercy. God has the discretional power to determine our fate including what happens to us hereafter.

By Samuel Ajani

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