‘Kayode Oyero
“I’m not afraid of the word: ‘tension’ and
‘crisis’. Innate in all life situations are tension. Only in death is there no
tension.” - Martins Luther
King Jr.
“Fellow space-wayfarers, I greet you.
It is indeed a singular honour and pleasant delight to be
before your indefatigable presence this moment. In the spirit of accountability,
which most Niagaria’s politicians lack, I’m obliged to explain my where-about since
January One. Honestly, all I can tell you is that I experimented the ‘retreat-to-advance’
tactics. To know is to flow. To know is to have an edge: know-l-edge. Also, special
mention must be made of the brilliant ingenuity and rare technological acumen
of the organizers of this medium. The truth must be told that this platform is
blithering impossible without your invaluable scientific muse and thoughtful initiative
to huddle literate humanity into this giant, magnanimous but yet invisible and
intangible hawk. I presume your inspiration to be Noah’s ark. But, be it as it
may, I doff my hat for your unprecedented sagacity and peculiarity of thought,
most especially for decamping the tent of status quo conformers and refusing to
be prisoners of tradition. That I must say unarguably makes you a reformer.
Nevertheless, it is my daily prayer that the cosmic and seismic forces of your
ideas ferry us to the radar of greater cross-cultural interception and
intimacy. Amen.
Having fulfilled protocol, let me, in my best interest quit
filibuster or dilly-dallying as some fellow internet itinerants may perceive my
salutation libation by quickly delving into the crux of the day. But, before I
proceed, permit me to note that “ewure to wole
ti o kagbo, o deran amuso, aguntan to wole ti o kagbo, oun naa di eran a
kanpa”. A potential prey that fails to pay obeisance before a prospective
predator is liable to be preyed upon. Likewise, an Amaechi that travels to
Abuja must, as a matter of compulsion and formality and in other to forestall
any anti-presidency wrath and scourge, prostrate before Her royal Eminence,
Amazon 1, Fellow-widowers 1, Grammarian 1, Skin-bedecked-in-cosmetic-jewelry 1,
the person of Aunty Patience.”
“Decorum!
Decorum!! All sentiments and resentments pocketed.”
“Thanks for the intervention honorable clerk. Decorum,
please respectable gentlemen and chemically treated-haired cyber ladies. I
don’t want us to be sidetracked or hijacked by such a flippant issue. I’m sure
you’re aware of its inexhaustive-ness. I must confess that my diaphragm had a
slight crack at the recent explosion of her self-styled rhetoric. That was on the
just commemorated international women’s day in Niagaria. ‘musical actress’
indeed! Anyways, that’s a subject for yet another day. Hon. Pat. will sure do
justice to that much later. But for now, let’s face the pith of today.
Seriously, life is wonderful, amazing, beautiful,
resplendent and enjoyable. But, like all other things in life that operates on
the law of cause and effect, what is sowed is reaped. Meanwhile, you’ll agree
with me that the season of sowing can be onerous, tedious and excruciating.
Those of us who are made-in-farm folks can bear me witness. Just like
yesterday, the memory of those years is as bright as a light beam. The
back-breaking and frenetic teenage years of cutting thick teaks and
ant-infested trees, clearing of land, tilling of the soil and making of ridges
I recall with visible clarity. What about the almost incessant tenure of
pulling those stubborn undergrowths called weed? How about the compulsive
process of irrigation during post-planting months when Uncle Sun microwaves the
earth with scorching elemental harshness? Manuring? Just to mention a few.
But, interestingly, as the operations of the law of cause
and effect, unto the farmer a baby is subsequently born. His name shall be: Produce. Yield. Food. Raw material. Wealth.
How amazing! How indispensable a flock of children to the
healthiness of humanity! How germane the baby to the continuation of Adam
progenitors! How pleasing the reward to the farmer! A succor? Indeed, that’s
the reward of labour.
Fellow space-scrapers, I beseech you to disallow eye fatigue
at this moment. This is a crucial moment. And for those of us who believe in
the anti-narcotic efficacy of kola nut, you can see the sensuous-dimpled, ebony
tall hostess at the right far-end of this fuselage for a basketful of it.
Away from the spheres of agronomy, the natural law of cause
and effect or what some of our book people call, the domino effect or law of
carma holds sway in virtually every facet of human endeavour. Let’s borrow a
leaf from the life style of our genuine respectable Aladuras, their generic
name I mention with shiver and cower. Participant observation reveals that they
are wont to consecration and Puritanism so as to communicate with The Divine
and vindicate people from the shackles and hold of career stagnancy,
infertility, wretchedness and what have you. How they do that, my mouth can’t
mutter. But, what is evident and at the same time instructive about them is
that they suffer (through long-stretch fasts and aggressive prayers, like I heard
with one ear from an acolyte to one of them, a trusted friend) so as to offer
themselves as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable unto God. Thus, enjoy
offer from worshippers. Abi, is it untrue that to intercede is to be reward
with a seed? Is it not where we work that we shop? Is that not why the two
words were amalgamated into ‘workshop’?
Can a woman be a mother without the wails and agonies of
childbirth?
Can a student excel in an examination without vigorous
study? (When I say excel, I mean excel, not the settlement mentality that
pockmarks Niagaria’s educational sector)
Fellow internet travelers, the truth must be told no matter
how bitter it tastes. I suppose this was what Usman Dan Fodio (of blessed memory) meant when he submitted that
the conscience is an open wound, only the truth can heal. In my opinion, a foe
that hurts with the truth is far better than a groveling friend who, guided by
hypocrisy and tacit mischief, pacifies one with furnished lie. I stand to be
corrected. But, however, It is in view of this notion that I thought it deemed fit
to open the can worm of truth, no matter whose ox is gored!
To underscore the correctness of the maxim “no pain, no
gain” is a blithering waste of cyber time. It particularly nauseates me when I hear
some youth vociferate: “I wan hammer”, “I need a hummer” amongst other
balderdash utterances, with no willingness to be “a farmer”. Tell me where a politician wins an election
without first being an aspirant and then a candidate? Where is such done? Our
people will say that the pot that must enjoy a delectable cuisine must first
endure the fierce fury of the furnace, their ‘pot’ connotative of me and you. For
every prize, a price is to be paid. Once more, the truth must be told that life
is a test of endurance. It’s a process: a series of steps and a number of systemized
instructions. Those bereft of this understanding are, as you will all agree
with me, in the cavern of ignorance, in Disney fairytale. Hard work, diligence,
perseverance, forbearance, patience and endurance have, -over the years-, proven
key to reach self-desired Olympian height.”
“Uhn uhn! Order!! Silence in the plane, please. Decorum! No
murmur, rumour or humour!!”
“Thank you honorable clerk of the house.
Dear fellow cyber-users, I’m not in any way oblivious of your
groans. Your litany of ‘we-have-had-enough’ has also reached my ears! Though to
some, this is a screed sermon on the mount: an unsolicited epistolary! Anyways,
time will tell. But, quite unfortunate is that they don’t know that to prepare
is to forestall repair. I have to draw the curtain now before you’re overtaken
by the blindness of bitterness. Thus, missile gaffes, stones, folded paper
chip, plastic water can, boo, invectives and of course, chairs and voodoo, at
my humble self.
But, lastly before I leave this rostrum, I pray us all to
have it at the back of our individual minds that the alphabetical distinction
between the word: ‘Here’ and ‘There’ is ‘T’. The ‘T’ typifies time. In order
words, the difference between where you are and where you desire to be is Time.
I won’t want to forget to add this: Solomon, the unbeaten man in the matter of
polygamy, in his colossal wisdom said there’s time for everything. A time to suffer and a time to enjoy a
swarm of offers. You can browse the Biblical book of Ecclesiastes, chapter
three to be precise, if you share the same DNA with Thomas. The time to endure,
invest, struggle or implant is snippet compared to the
till-death-do-I-and-my-gains-apart years of succor, indelible influence,
irresistible charisma, oceanic prosperity, trans-generational opulence, power,
prestige and property that awaits anyone who endures the inevitable throes and thorns
on the path to greatness. Growth, as said by the philosopher, Fredrick Hegel comes through groan. For
every sincere hustle, there’s a dazzle, regardless of the polity’s resolve to
keep the populace in bondage by its failure to provide enabling ground for the
majority to leverage. Dem talk say na the minority dey emerge seniority in the game
of life. God will do justice to that. As a matter of fact, let us not think
about what Niagaria can do for us, but what we can do for her ailing self. Finally,
no short cut, please! It has inherent gun shots that cut life short! Desire the
offer? Please, endure the ‘suffer’!
Thanks for the patience. God
bless!”
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