I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. I kept running amidst tears because I knew I needed to run as fast as my feet could carry me. At that point, I couldn’t lay a finger on anything chasing me but one thing that kept racing through my mind was to run as fast as my feet could carry me. I did not know how far my strength could carry me but the only thing that urged me on was to be far from those heartless people, far from those animals in human clothing, far from those liars in the robes of reverends. Then, I fell and that was the point, the point my feet became too weak to carry me, my body too weak to press further and my face too weak to release the tears fighting its way out of my eyes. Just then, I began to gasp for breath, the breath to move on and the breath to press further. The struggle became intense, with all things around me speaking my very end, breaking forth the tears that had been fighting its way out. I knew I was giving up gradually with the decision to rest, coming to my mind as I released my body to the ground but instead, it was a pathway to unrest as those thoughts began coming in flashes to my head. I struggled to overcome them but the power it carried overshadowed me and reluctantly, I gave in to those thoughts, all of those thoughts. I gave in to the memories of how they made promises with radiant smiles on their faces, the memories of how I thought they would stand by me through it all, the memories of how I thought they were the pillars I could lean on.
Vote Adegbuyi Oludayo at the ongoing NIGMA Awards
Oh! How could I have been so blind to the fact that humans are chameleons, how could I have been blind to the fact that they are mere stings hidden in beautiful robes, how could I have been blind not to see beyond their innocent faces. Now, I am left alone to face the agony of destruction and lurk around the overpowering nature of darkness. Yet, those who are meant to stand for me are nowhere to be found, those who are meant to speak for me are lost in the wilderness of vanity and those who are meant to fight for me are entangled in the web of inevitable evil.
Finally, I thought I had gained my strength and decided to stand but found out I was stuck, I began the fight for my freedom until I lost hope and now, I am a subject of stagnancy, I am stuck in that point I would need someone to pull me up but how long I would wait for that person remains rhetorical.
I am that destitute!
I am that dejected land!
I am that atmosphere of pain!
I am that aura of sorrow!
I am that country that can’t seem to gather its strength for survival!
I am NIGERIA!!
I need answers!!!