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Some Women, Some Proverbs And Bitter Pills. (A Caricature) By Prince Charles Dickson Jos, Pl ateau Nigeria.
There might be serious objections to the way and manner I would have used ‘women’ in this essay, so before I go further I humbly tender an unreserved apology to the women folk…this piece is not intended, however like it is said one girl misbehaves, all are insulted. The objections to this piece may also stem from the fact that we live in world with more exposure and enlightment on gender sensitive issues but as the world seems to be heading forward, the nation Nigeria has had a peculiar way of taking the proverbial ten steps back after making a miserable step forward.
The interpretation of proverbs is very complex, since they are said to come alive only in oral communication and they acquire new connotations each time they are quoted. So in this essay I say Nigeria and indeed her leaders are women and some bitter truth exists in the following lines that I have penned down. A nice naval does not prevent a girl from suffering stomach upset, so also does our sleeping giant status in Africa make us different today from war ravaged Sudan, Ivory Coast and Liberia, with the likes of Professor Wole Soyinka, Ola Rotimi, Chinua Achebe, Zainab Alkali all beautiful and great writers, it is unfortunate that Nigeria today has lost them all. All irreplaceable as we live in the shadow of past glory, not with the kind of educational sector that is Obasanjo’s legacy, fine face now means empty head in the University and tertiary institutions. It may be difficult to attribute a proverb outside a live situation with out any definite meaning, however I have chosen to give live to or make the Nigeria situation live.
If you marry the woman you met on the dance floor, she will someday go off with a drummer, in its raw Yoruba dialect this proverb is a delight. Its basis however is not far from my grief on Nigeria today because of her leaders that are behaving like a woman that was so picked by a man. Its leaders like Obasanjo fresh from prison looking like an abused Eskimo (plenty apologise), six years into this misadventure he has left his countrymen who rescued him and away he is dancing to the drumbeat of doom The way Nigeria was married to her people without proper introduction rites is causing us problems because at every slightest opportunity there is a drummer for her to engage her fantasies on.
Our leaders have turned us to women of loose morals, like the woman who decided to follow a band of musicians, morning…They have succeeded in emba rrassing us through their open display of foolishness, some doctor friend of mine said our leaders need psychiatric evaluation as they sure are examples of insanity. Wherever money is shared our leaders would be there, we have the misfortune of leaders who have picked their ideals and principles from the dance floor.
The saga of Alams in Bayelsa, Fayose in Ekiti, Dariye in Plateau, Ladoja in Oyo, Barafawa and his government plane of N24, 000 a day parking fee is all we get is women picked on the dance floor, no moral, direction, focus, drive…as the music sounds they develop steps of crookedness and stealing.
A woman is like a rat, even if it grows up in your home it steal from you. I am sure some one is calling for my head...once more apologies, with the present reform programme, we have witnessed more stealing from same people that grew up in this mistake called Nigeria. The same people are stealing from the same people they are supposed to protect. Alams born in the c reeks of Bayelsa knows the nook and cranny so the queen of Yenoga went a stealing. My beloved Barafawa in Sokoto is spending millions of its resources in entertaining a crooked President that cannot pronounce the phrase free and fair election and has suddenly become dumb in view of his sarcastic mouth because he cannot say in English language “I will leave in 2007. At this point not forgetting brother Atiku whose ADC has been removed from him right under his nose, he also stole from the same North that he is looking for sympathy from when the going was good between him and Baba, then Baba had not learnt how to steal and the laws of how not to delegate.
In our Norther n parts we say he who listened to women suffered from famine at harvest time, when we were listening to Obasanjo and making deals we forgot that a woman’s advice ends up in “oh that I had known!” we do not believe a deceitful woman until a day after. Go ask aging Solomon Lar, slightly unsure Sunday Awoniyi, big Barnabas Gemande or his townsman Pounded yam eating Audu Ogbeh, crooked Wabara, fat Pius Ayim, acidic Ghali N’abba and they all will tell you, the Head of State is a crook that needs help from himself. At the moment the voice of Abacha, the hand of Tony Aninieh, the fingers of the likes of Jerry Gana, a professor of lying technology, Ahmadu Ali, the soon to be pursued chairman…not forgetting the small hairs on the bald head like El-Rufai, Ngozi Wahala, Charles play Ludo all singing the thou art king 2007 anthem as an advice, famine at harvest time is not far off.
Our leaders today are the same people that we cured their penis and they are on rampage our wives are now pregnant and like the Igbos say what a woman gets from prostitution, she calls it gift from her relatives our government is looking us in the face and telling us that heaven in some miles away when indeed we are living in Hell. They are stealing us dry and are telling us it is our cause they are pursuing from Ijaw, Ogoni, Biafra, Arewa Odua, Middle and far Belts. Buying a life for themselves, making sure their children are no longer citizens of the soon to crumble nation. The same mandate we gave them, althoug h I often say we did not give them they stole it…but if they stole it and we have refused to go get it back it simply means we have surrendered it to the rogues. This same mandate is our undoing, it has become our hardship, our cry, our hunger, tears, depravation, we asked for leadership they gave us slavery, for service they have made us servants…look after my wife has become marry her to them. Do we really blame them when all we do as a people is sit, watch and lackadaisically complain while our leaders shows us an illustrative definition of atrocity every day.
The recent debacle of St. Solomon Peters of Bayelsa and dressing like a woman has betrayed our feeli ngs for criminality those who have tries to justified the pros and cons of his action from a positive light only makes a monkey and mockery of us as a nation, it betrays the fact we agree that all women are unfaithful, its only the excessively unfaithful that people call harlots. Because Obasanjo is a thief so lets allow Alam to steal or because he is present day Lord Lugard of the Ijaw nation so he can amalgamate their collective wealth into his families account and go ahead to dress as a woman and so doing tarnish the already tarnished our women from that part have in Italy, Spain and Belgium…
Nigeria is a shame to any woman… No mother would want to have a child called Nigeria, when the child is good, he or she is papa’s boy/girl but when the contrary is the case the mother is asked where did you get this child from...where did we get the whores leading us from and we under any compulsion to a bunch that has mortgaged the lives of fellow country men. Nigerians rise where ever we find ourselves, we need to talk, lets stop the deceit called hope…hope is a coward’s replacement for action. Nigerian women would you continue to watch as men wear your dresses in disguise, Allah forbid, its bad enough they have stolen our money now they are thieving your feminism… |