There was a new restiveness in the air. He held tight onto his large Nigerian flag. He knew it was his talisman in case things went bad. He had seen the post a few evenings ago on Twitter. He knew that the men of the Nigerian Army
2./ would not shoot at unarmed non-violent civilians waving the flag of the Federal Republic.
As the lights dimmed and darkness grew heavy. The moderators reminded everyone to sit still and make no sudden violent moves. His emotions were a cross between exhilaration
3./ at being part of history and fear as the news that soldiers were coming their way spread amongst the protesters.
He had never been the brash and bold type. More of a bookish nerdy sort. He smiled as he thought of the app he was developing with his best friend Chukwuma.
4./ This one was a winner. He didn’t want to think about the conversations they were already having with a Japanese group that wanted to acquire it even before they had finished developing it and the 4 others in the series. Who would have thought that he,
5./ Segun the nerd was this close to becoming a millionaire.
A burst of laughter bubbled up from deep within.
At 27, he’d never had a proper job. Not for want of trying. He had dropped countless CV’s with the best of them. Attended interviews where
6./ 1000 hopeful young men and women like him were chasing 20 poorly paid jobs as bank tellers for a paltry 70k/ month; but at least it was something to put in his CV.
He thought back to those halcyon days at Babcock. He and his group of 4 nerdy friends thought the world hadn’t
7./seen anything like them. They would take life by its tail& conquer. Post NYSC, reality began to bite hard. No jobs. The expensive education was going to waste. His father tried to call in favours from a few friends who might be able to help; but they were all in the same boat.
8./ With children expensively educated, but no jobs for them.
Sigh.
There seemed to be a burst of activity. Someone had started the national anthem. He joined in. Sometimes he mused at the words of the national anthem; “Arise oh compatriots, Nigeria’s call obey. . .”
Boom💥
9./ His head swung round sharply. Was that a gunshot?
No way.
Most of those around him had flags. They girl beside him gripped his hand tightly and her flag in her other hand.
Segun tried to keep his voice steady but loud as he sang.
10./ “To serve our fatherland, with love and strength and faith.”
Perhaps those shooting would hear the patriotic fervour in their voices and stop 💥 💥 💥
Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!
The shots came in a staccato. The volley of shots must have hit some people.
11./ The anthem was mingled with cries from different voices across the expanse of the bridge; some young voices, and other not so young voices.
“They’re shooting at us. They’re shooting. . .”
A sharp pain first on his shoulder.
Another pain in his chest. . .
12./ His grip on his flag loosened.
Segun’s last thought before he fell asleep. . .
Don’t believe everything you read on social media.
Flag of the Federal Republic notwithstanding; peaceful, non-aggressive citizens notwithstanding.
1./ First; “It’s only 4 people tweeting in a room.”
It became apparent that just as 5 loaves and 2 fish multiplied, 4 people in a room multiplied.
Next; “They’re only online. Online is not the real world.”Then the rallies began;
2./ It was clear that the clamour for a new Nigeria transcended “Online noise.”
Next; it was; “They don’t have PVC. They’re only making noise.” It soon became apparent that people were registering in unprecedented numbers across the country for PVC,
3./ and were taking pains to collect their PVC as they came ready.
Next; it was; “You people have no structure. But the people rose up and said, “We are the structure.” And indeed WE are the structure.
Next: “You people are only focused on the urban areas.
Tabbi remained kneeling with her head buried in the toilet bowl as she retched repeatedly. The sensation and taste in her mouth as her body succumbed to the forceful ejection of the breakfast of greasy bacon,
2./ sausages and scrambled eggs on toast that she’d stealthily made for herself that morning was awful. Tears rolled down her cheeks. What’s happening to me? She wondered.
Was it something I ate last night? An upset stomach on top of everything else was like the last straw.
3./ For so long she had tried to hold it together. Tried to pretend she was fine and that nothing mattered. But she was tired of putting on a brave face and tired of living a lie.
1./ The drama element which lies latent in many of us and which we may have restrained in times past is more likely to be unleashed these days.
One reason is that there’s an almost tacit nod of approval given to behaviour that would ordinarily be termed bad.
2./ Too much emphasis on our rights & too little on the concomitant importance of the responsibility/ duty of care attached to those rights.
Another major reason is social media.
Many of us live our lives for an audience we hope to report back to at a later date to get likes,
3./ clicks and follows from in exchange for providing colourful details of our experiences. Unfortunately mundane activities may not capture the attention of the audience so we ramp up our actions and reactions in our daily lives to enhance appeal when it’s time to “report back.”
1./ Relationships can be a bit like buying a new brand of a familiar product. There will be similarities but also peculiarities/divergences.
Last time I went to buy rice, my usual brand wasn’t available, but I stated the qualities I like in my rice.
2./ Long, white, doesn’t clump and doesn’t get soggy easily.
Shop person nodded vigorously in understanding. He assured me that he understood what I wanted and recommended a new brand. Before accepting, I reiterated my preferences. He repeated the previous & typical assurances.
3./ “Madam! Don’t you trust us again. This is our shop. You have been buying here and we no dey disappoint.” He reassured me that I could go with this new brand. “Gaskia ne.” I paid and my rice followed me home.
1./ Few things give you a more panoramic perspective on any issue as much as having skin in the game.
I’m a parent of teenagers of both genders and I’m growing through the challenges of being a teenager in today’s world with my children.
2./ It isn’t a cakewalk. Not for girls, not for boys. But sometimes I think it’s tougher on boys because we are as a society so focused on protecting the girl-child that we neglect to see that the boy-child is also a child deserving of protection.
3./ Traditionally, even by virtue of pop culture, we are conditioned to think of boys/men as predators. We rarely consider the flip side. Girls/women as predators. Yet sometimes I think that boys are more vulnerable to pseudo sexual and sexual predation.