ALAS, NIGERIA CAN NO LONGER BE CALLED OUR COUNTRY BUT OUR GRAVE!
Everywhere in Nigeria; insecurity. Boko Haram insurgency. Killer herdsmen. IPOB insurrection. Banditary. Hostages. Armed robbery. Name them. All leaves blood in their trail. And the Federal Government seems helpless and confused.
Nigeria is now a reflective of William Butler Yeats poems, “The Second Coming”:
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
In fact, Nigeria has sadly metamophosed into Macbeth’s Scotland, as graphically illustrated by a lamenting Rosse:
“Alas, poor country!
Almost afraid to know itself. It cannot
Be called our mother, but our grave, where nothing
But who knows nothing is once seen to smile;
Where sighs and groans and shrieks that rent the air
Are made, not marked; where violent sorrow seems
A modern ecstasy. The dead man’s knell
Is there scarce asked for who, and good men’s lives
Expire before the flowers in their caps,
Dying or ere they sicken.”(Shakespeare:Macbeth).
If Nigerians’ yoke was made heavy and they were scourged with whips under Jonathan; Buhari has made their yoke heavier and scourging them with scorpions. Security wise. Suffice it that Nigeria seems a paradise under Jonathan if contrasted with this hellish predicament.
Nigeria is fasting turning to our grave. And so, I hereby withdraw every support for President Mohammadu Buhari until some affirmative measures are taken in restoring security in our polity!
Comrade Princewill A.Dike,Esq
(Dike is a legal practitioner cum citizen journalist resident in Port Harcourt)