Nobody can dare to be us presently. Come on, 12 days without power, and it is not even the first time we are on this rodeo. The near stripping of civilization is shoving us far into mental dishevelment. We have passed through this furnace too many times. The gold of Ibadan Medicine is charring, to what end?
We know it, they know it, we know they know it. I am not sure they know- we know they know it. Why is it sleek for them to look the other way? We wake up, still enveloped in the darkness of night, searching for water to bathe as if we are cavemen. We cleanse ourselves with endurance, oil our bodies with the same pretense that thickly smears the folks that carry on the dispensation of education without batting an eyelid.
Sometimes, the day goes on like an anomaly does not live in our midst. Sometimes, we are confronted by inquiries about the consequences of the power outage. Of course, my coat is rumpled. Of course, I am tardy. Of course, my breath stinks. Of course, the online class is inconvenient.
Do not prate about how you had it worse. I am sure you prefer every future better, and herein lies your future. Do not call on the prongs of diligence, perseverance, or showing up despite all; they have been abused and are now synonyms for suffering and smiling pointlessly. And please be less insensitive, I do not want to know you have solar power.
Suffering has been posted on our delivery package into this country. It has been ingrained in our psyche, permeating our atmosphere; we revel in it like a second skin. No matter the space you get to, expecting to find sanity, you are soon greeted by the normal- the abnormal.
I will leave with a statement for the freed and captives alike- IT DOES NOT HAVE TO CONTINUE.
