ANOTHER VICTIM

Today, I sit by my window and look out into my life. Well, it’s a good normal life. The kind of Nigerian life where you wake up in the morning, pray not because you love God but because you want to be rich in life and you don’t want enemies’ attempts to destroy you. Then you go about the morning chores and leave for wherever pays money to eat. In the night you return home sweating, you shower, you eat, pray probably, then sleep and wake to go through the same routine again. Some of us live better than that though; we have dreams of greatness and we keep on sleeping, expecting our lives to suddenly become better. Some of us who are smarter than others or perhaps less holy spice our boring lives with sex, football, music, parties, and alcoholics. In our country, we don’t dream of any other thing besides getting huge amount of money and enjoying ourselves. If politics gives such money, let’s go into it. If rituals give such money, let’s visit the oracles. And if internet robbery or prostitution is the open space, well, you have to eat or starve yourself to death. Aren’t our religious leaders squeezing their wealth out of us? Why shouldn’t we smarten up and steal whatever we also lay our eyes upon? That is our lives here; that is our miserable lives.

Like many other victims of Nigeria, excuse me, I meant to say citizens of Nigeria, I have dreams even though they make friends laugh. My own dreams aren’t monetary, they are more than that, hence, if you see some of my friends look at me like I’m so dumb, don’t be surprised, life around here is about MONEY or nothing else. I once sought solace in love, of course the tingling sensations were quite illusional and heart-calming, but when you canoodle and rumble on bed for hours and finally fall asleep, you do not wake to a new world the next day, you wake up to your miserable life, you look out through the window like I do now and hear Nigeria say: welcome back brother, what will you eat today? There! What will you eat? That is the true national anthem. Food is what we live for. Our teachers, I pity them, they empty their salivary glands unto hungry heads. And when you see a student smiles in the class, rebel, he mocks himself.

My father once told me, “dream beyond this country”. I have honoured him all my life but I’m still here, am I not? I have read books more than a literature graduate; I argue with historians although I’m not formally one; I speak of World War I and II like I was there; I read the Bible thrice from beginning to the end; I downloaded the English version of the holy Qur’an; I watch films more than Steven Spielberg and dream more than Martin Luther King Jr. but I’m still here, stuck here. I’d love to direct films at Hollywood and even feature in TV Series. I’d love to have my books sold more than Agatha Christie’s and Shakespeare’s; I’m still here, unpublished. And when I discuss with my colleagues on what we do next after school, they say teaching job. Of course I love teaching but what do they offer us as monthly salary? 12,000 Naira (60 Dollars). You’ll work 9hrs per day. Damn it! That’s intellectual slavery! And unfortunately, one has to do it or die of hunger.

Well, we’re here. By our doors we’ll sit in the twilights and watch children play. If we could travel back in time and again become children, who would care about some bloody dreams that refuse to come true? Who would care about what government does to the country? Tell me, who would know that we live as slaves to our own land? And then again we would not deem it a high time the country revolted, the youths took to the streets and parents distributed placards and Molotov cocktails to their children with an instruction: get our country back or else, our hunger will never end.

Well, in Oyo I am today, you may see me in Ondo tomorrow. I do not know where to stay; I do not know what my destiny is although they say I have one; I do not know where or how to dream again; I just travel around with whatever money I get and I eat whatever is available. Let others embezzle public funds, I’ll not join. Let others whoosh after sex, I’ll be here writing instead. A boring life it is, I do not disagree, but at least, I know it’s boring and I don’t lie to myself about it. Hey wait, what is all those explosions and fireworks downstairs all about? Ah! I almost forgot, it’s Christmas again. My God! So fast? When did we celebrate the previous one? Isn’t this the same shirt I wore? Has anything changed? Holy God, save us. Excuse me, my dog is barking downstairs again, these distractions! Wait, let me check why. Ah, it’s just a friend visiting, another victim of Nigeria. Ooops! Pardon me. I meant to say another citizen of Nigeria.

-Lord eBay

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. I- read says:

    Congratualations, I nominated your blog for the very inspiring blogger award because you have an amazing blog which I have become fond of. You can check out this link for more http://ruthspoetry.wordpress.com/2014/12/16/very-inspiring-blogger-award-yipee/

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    1. lordebayism says:

      Thanks I-read, I’m so honoured.

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      1. I- read says:

        You’re welcome

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  2. migarium says:

    On this planet, each human being is so focused on his/her own life and doesn’t see the bigger picture. There is only one true slavery, it is called capitalism. If the people who want to gain back vital rights don’t move scientific thoughts and don’t get organized against capitalism, nothing will change. And humanity will destroy itself, as same as before. (like WWI and WWII)

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    1. lordebayism says:

      I agree with you. I cannot agree less. The bigger picture, yes.

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  3. I am bowled over by your description of life in Nigeria. You have done an incredible job!

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    1. lordebayism says:

      Thanks. Our true feelings are magics on their own if expressed in words.

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  4. charlypriest says:

    Hello Lord, glad to stumble upon your blog. Your writing, the poetry I read before is obviously great, and this post in particular is very inspiring. Great person you seem to be, so “dream beyond this country” was your fathers words….seems a wise man and that you did follow it and stayed true to yourself when you talk about the money issue. I respect that , to see that some people still stay true to their own values and do not sell out. And you profession too I think is incredible valuable, although they should pay teachers more. At the end of the day as they say “knowledge is power”.

    Have a great day.

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    1. lordebayism says:

      Thanks, dear Charlypriest. Well, i just walked you through our lives here. At least, the lives of the 95% of us. We’ll evolve eventually.

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      1. charlypriest says:

        I´m sure you will

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  5. Hey brother, great narrative! Laughing and giggling throughout not because this is in anyway funny but you know how it is, you can’t be upset for too long in Naija as another blow is round the corner to hit.

    But hey, remember your dream of becoming our president one day, I’ll keep reminding you. For sure Naija will be lucky to have the likes of you to lead.

    You are right on teaching, why do they think we all must be teachers when in fact you know how your life would end before you even started? As much as I loved to impart knowledge I pray to God I never wanted to teach in Naija just because I can’t see how one can survive when you are being owed salaries. By the time salary is paid, morale is low and students learning nothing – vicious cycle really.

    You are on the right path brother, we can’t stop dreaming, maybe just maybe someday soon, you’d be rewarded for what you do so well enough that you won’t have to embezzle public fund and plenty of time to have fun 🙂

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    1. lordebayism says:

      Hmmmmm… Thanks for these words. And yes of course, we mustn’t stop dreaming.

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  6. I, who at one time taught American English, learned two new words today. Canoodling and whooshing. 😀 Actually, my students did complain that I didn’t know enough of this sort of words.

    God is happy when he reads what you have written. When He laughs, even the most tedious times are not boring.

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    1. Lord eBay says:

      Lols… Learning never ends. Thanks very much, Bearspawprint, i appreciate your comment.

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