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I Have My Gun Ready; Good Morning Revolution – By @Obajeun

I Have My Gun Ready; Good Morning Revolution – By @Obajeun

Let’s start another civil war…

Grilling. Appalling. Night came so hot. Morning came so cold. The crashes. The bombs. Gun boom. Blood everywhere, even on the holy pulpit. The defiant president. His hedonic aides that ply the sky with jets and helicopters for jamborees. The deaths. The killings. The gang raping of the poor. No damn giver. The collective advisers of corruption. The Aso Rock twitter gossips. The wide mouthed liar in the Information Minister. The Aso birthday bashes. The Aso attack lion. The untouchable but seductively and sexily figured Petroleum Minister. The hungry media aides. Discomfort everywhere. Let’s say good morning to revolution and start another civil war. I have my gun ready!

Let’s start another civil war…

The natural successor to democratic regression is here. Join me to say welcome to anarchy, dressed like a five-star general. The mood of the nation is now filthy. Intemperance of murky definition is abound. Colourful things are happening which stretch the boundary between reality and fiction to its elastic limits. Mayhem is unfolding in the old “wild, wild” West. Insurgents in the North is dramatically raising the stakes: oil is spilling and so blood is over spilling. The north had become ominously sullen, the kind of sullenness presaging desperation. The entire south is in noisy ferment of cheat. The ruling chief himself is a study in volcanic distemper, erupting at short notice with the pristine violence of a bear at bay. We may be at our dead end except we say good morning to revolution and start another civil war. I have my gun ready!

Let’s start another civil war…

Things cannot just go on as usual. If it is a question of aborted hopes, the country could live with that. In its short existence, the ill-led nation has had to cope with many betrayals and aborted hopes. Somehow, and like a stumped lover, it had always found the strength, the fierce energy to move on. But this time the omens of national regeneration are not very bright. While the naira is being carted away from the treasury, something fundamental is also taking place. The spirit of the nation appeared to have decayed, too. Having passed the point of morphine-assisted rebirth, Lugard’s contraption is gradually expiring before our very eyes. Let’s say good morning to revolution and start another civil war. I have my gun ready!

Let’s start another civil war…

Nigeria has entered a phase of radical disease, of a revolutionary and disconcerting paradoxes reminiscent of the approaching end of a historic era. But we are far from the end of history. Pre-historic deprivation and destitution sit side by side with post-human paradise in Nigeria, making nonsense of the old binary geographical polarities. There is a new game in town, a competition of sort. President and a Minister gunning for the crown of the best liar, who can deceive the electorates the most. Anenih has now been given the mandate to surpass and dust the records of Bode George and Amadu Ali, in a race of who has the longest hose to suck the blood at the Port without being caught. On the flipside, the people are equally watching. But for how long are we going to watch? Let’s collectively say good morning to revolution and start another civil war. I have my gun ready!

Let’s start another civil war…

In addition to these woes, we have the alarming situation in which ordinary and normal military postings are judged and condemned through the prism of religious and ethnic coloration. We have warlords and powerlords jostling for contention. We have a ruling class that has become a byword for a bizarre and berserk variant of kleptocracy. Unfortunately, the Nigerian post-colonial state has proved itself to be incapable of arbitrating or mediating anything, except when it comes to the deployment of gratuitous and autistic violence against different constituting units and nationalities. Like a childlike monstrosity, the Nigerian bandit state is frozen in conception as an instrument of Colonial Terror against captive nationals, utterly incapable of coming up with an organic organogram that will satisfy the yearnings and aspirations of its captured natives. Presiding over all this is a president who reminds one of a boy-emperor handed an empire as a toy rigged with explosives. Let’s say good morning to revolution and start another civil war. I have my gun ready?

Let’s start another civil war…

Mine is a philosophical frustration, that I am no longer comfortable with my discomfort, that my unborn child is considering a change of nationality in the womb, that the man in me yells for political salvation, that my patience had been stretched beyond its elastic limit, putting Newton’s Law into shame. I am hungry. I have no cash in my bank account. I have no food to eat. I am one of those Nigerians the president doesn’t give a damn about. I am one of those collective children of anger that the president does not beleive in alleviating their poverty. I am one of those employable unemployed twitter gossips waiting to be sent to disvirgined farm lands, if it ever comes. I am one of the relatives of those who died in the Bayelsa crash that the president did not mention their names in his condolence message. I am armed with my gun. I am ready to go to war. Good morning revolution!

In case you don’t get me. I am armed with my gun, not the iron gun with high speed metal balls. My gun is my resolve, my changed mind that nothing good comes with no sacrifice. I want to give my comfort away to prepare the ground for my unborn child to enjoy paradise on earth. We must go into civil war. This time, it is going to be a civil war of the mind. A war fought on the alter of anger through informed choices, a war involving no physical combat, a war won on the alter of rationalization, a collective war of resolve that is capable of retrieving Nigeria through the ballot from its tormentors.

Don’t forget, the war is about our resolve to make informed choices whenever we have the chance. We must start the civil war from our homes. We must first win with our families. Then we move the battlefield to the streets, where we make informed choices on who becomes the Chairperson of Landlord Association. Then we extend this civil war to our Federal Constituencies, then to our Senatorial Districts and later spread this civil war across the country.

There was a civil war in 2011, but we lost because we were not armed with our guns, our resolve. Let us fast forward 2015 where we will have the chance to declare a civil war and by then, I hope we will be able to say, good morning to ballot revolution. I am ready!

It is me, @Obajeun

Jonah Ayodele Obajeun is a professional. He blogs @www.obajeun.com. Catch him on twitter via @Obajeun

NB: This article was first published in December 2012

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