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FOR HOW LONG.....?

FOR HOW LONG.....?

By Itzprince in 4 Sep 2019 | 09:49
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“Haven’t we slaughtered nights in large
numbers to invoke the god of dream? For
how long are we going to stone the door
of heaven with fasts and prayers before
fortune will scold failure from double-
crossing our path to success? Haven’t we
listened to poetry of hope that was
penned in the ink of endurance just to
woo the smiles of fate? Or, for how long
are we to hold onto the sermon of
perseverance that assures the arrival of
joy on an untold tomorrow. For how long
would the assured rest keep playing hide
and seek with our future? Haven’t we
been patient enough to behold the flickers
of light that hide at the end of the tunnel?
For how long are we meant to parade this
shore of moonless night before morning
will deem fit to come with light rays in her
hands to melt the wax of fears that coat
our heart? Haven’t we been loyal to our
hustles enough? Haven’t we been dying to
live our dreams; for how long would the
smiles on our lips keep masking our pains
before they (our pains) are laid to rest in
the grave of past?”
Tango sat on the patio and held an AK-47
in his left hand, he stroked it gently with
his other hand. His eyes were red and face
showed he was unhappy, but he wasn’t
sad too. He chuckled a few minutes later
when teenagers placed three car tires on
the T-junction which was fifty meters
away from him. The teens brought out a
white bottle and poured out it content on
the tires. Smokes move haphazardly in the
sky and formed a thick sheath.
When he inhaled the gas, he said, ‘These
are people like me.’ He was sitting amidst
five other friends who wore black singlets.
Sweat rolled down on their skin as the
afternoon heat boiled it. Tango cleaned
his forehead with the back of his palm
and nodded slowly when the teens left.
Tango wasn’t indifferent thirty years ago.
Now, it is 2060 when every part of the
world experienced chaos daily.
Wickedness and gory events never
stopped. People care less for others well-
being; they only fight for oneself.
Six continents experienced this, it
happened simultaneously. It hit the
continent of Africa most. Her topography
changed–nature disappeared in cities.
Green plants and forest trees became
brittle and could turn ashes just with a
strike of a match on its box. But the
villages still have their nature. It was as if
God was angry with people living in cities.
Streams move gently and villagers made
nurseries beside it. Leaves became
greener and their roots deepened more
into the soft soil. Rain was often in its
season and the influx of people was
moderate. Some people believed God is
angry but in the aspect of nature
disappearing in cities that is man’s fault.
Things were different in cities. No one
talked about corruption or bad roads and
erratic power supply. Newspapers didn’t
have a column where people living below
a dollar are being discussed.
Thirty years ago when Tango was just
seven he lived in the countryside with his
parents. This was what his father wanted,
and he wasn’t happy about it. But his
father mentality changed after travelling
abroad.
He had said, ‘Paid a visit to countryside in
America and was astounded. People who
lived there looks healthier and peacefully,
even happier than those in cities. I think
countryside here in Nigeria will be good.’
4 Sep 2019 | 09:49
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maybe
4 Sep 2019 | 10:32
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Very good
5 Sep 2019 | 03:43
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“You wax muscle to your hustle life remains a difficult puzzle. You crawl from thorn to thorns as you battle to break the loins. Tear tears path on your cheeks and fear fate pairs as your clique sadness balloons your hearts “cause to hard time you’re an art in your yell for breakthrough” I see the hell you go through; To faith, you voice your dream but faith deaf eared your screams. No matter how hard the strife, do not knife your life for the dead wishes to be in your shoe you just don’t have a clue. For how long are we going to paddle this phases of struggles before our aspirations wake from the state of dream?” Since then, he had forced them to live in the countryside. Her mum wasn’t happy, but since she wasn’t working, she doesn’t have an excuse. But for him, he can attend the Federal Boys School which was a ten-minute walk to the almost tranquil express road. ‘New York is just like Abuja and Calabar, only that the number of skyscrapers are different,’ his father said one day just after dinner. He had visited America just because he involved himself in NGOs programme. ‘If they involve government, I won’t have traveled to America.’ During periods like this, Tango would lower the TV volume not because it interested him what his father was saying, rather he was waiting for her mother responses. ‘You never stop amazing me.’ She tied her wrapper just above her breast and lean on the chair he sat on. ‘Just because you traveled out doesn’t mean you should compare things here with the Whitman country. You are a professor.’ His father turned to face her, then start with the country gross injustice that was palpable. ‘Over there, they have the jury. But we don’t have just because we don’t even trust ourselves.’ ‘Judicial system of all country can’t be the same. Francophone countries won’t have same system as the Englishman country.’ ‘Yes,’ his father raised his hand, just like a kid in the class waiting to answer the teacher question. ‘America is a commonwealth country which is being colonized by Britain. Nigeria is colonized by Britain; what differences do you expect?’ ‘I expect us to be unique.’ Her mum always put the word “unique” in at least a sentence when arguing with his father. ‘Uniqueness shouldn’t be in our skin alone.’ ‘You are getting it wrong again dear.’ His father would pat her like a baby. ‘Uniqueness is vital, but in the judicial system you practiced what the best is practicing.’ ‘Ha! Practice what the best is practicing. That is an inferiority complex o.’ she included the “o” to her words. Tango remember that during the heat of their argument, he would close his reading Tablet dictionary. Dad was a professor in Prisun University where he lectured political science. Though his mum spend hours on both newspapers and news channel and was more current than Dad, whereas her husband won’t ever let her win. He would always say No, No and No before picking the TV remote and increase the volume. It was one of these days that after their routine argument, his father changed the channel to a news channel and then he shouted “Jesu” This was the first time his father called Jesus in the Yoruba language. He never even understands Yoruba language. Anytime he traveled to the southwest, he will return the next day mainly because the NGO sent him there and wasn’t even able to learn words for salutation. ‘Unbelievable! This is twenty-first century.’ ‘Twenty-First century,’ his mum said after him. ‘Is this the first time people are being killed?’ ‘This is different.’ ‘How?’ with her wrapper tied around her body, her mum sat on a sofa then exchanged look between his dad and the TV. The air inside was cold but the yellow bulb performed a homeostasis work. His father pointed to the TV. ‘Five people knelt on that stony ground without a blindfold, while they blindfolded the slaughtered man.’ For him, he understood what his father was trying to explain. The killer wants his action to scare remaining five. This was just like the horror movies. Though most horrors are in zombie movies, and zombies are not humans. ‘The blindfolded man is being slaughter like a fowl. Don’t you see that?’
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Her mum adjusted on her seat. ‘What do you think people will say or do after this?’ her mother asked. Father sighed and folded his hands. ‘People will be angry and they will make their displeasure known, but they will forget about it later. But when they remember again,’ he nodded slowly. ‘Emotions won’t be there.’ ‘This is a federal station, and the newscaster said video was sent directly to the federal government.’ ‘So?’ His mother turned and faced him, her legs stretched forward. ‘That killing will not go unattended to.’ Father nodded slowly again and said nothing but went into the bedroom. Tango knew what this meant. If their discussion wasn’t a debate, and his mum words weren’t in line with what he expected, he will attend to different issues. But his father was right. Little or nothing was done except some talking which stopped after a few months. Then the following year, it happened again and government did nothing. The trend continued for five years and he also read news of happenings like it in other countries. Gunmen even did some–machetes weren’t used in all countries he read about. But what gripped him and his mother was that most of this act happened in countryside. ‘Let moved back to the city,’ mother would say. ‘More people lessen the target. I’m sure we will be safe.’ She will tug at his shirt then if he acted unmoved, she will rest on his back and smoother his chest. ‘Let us leave,’ she will say eventually. For Tango, moving to the south will be what will make him happy, but he knew won’t happen. His dad has once said, you can’t compare accommodation and cost of living in the south with what we have here. I can’t leave my job. But on Wednesday night–night before the day miscreants killed his parents, her mum had talked about leaving on weekend. He was happy that night because his father reluctantly agreed. ‘A flat is just vacated at the staff lounge; we can stay there pending the time the government solve this issue.’ Solve? Tango knew his father never trusted the government, he was only saying that because he never wants to live in the city. Thursday evening changed his life. Watching his parents killed like the men on stony ground he watched on TV made him angry. He had opened the back door and entered the kitchen when cracked voices find way into his ears.
6 Sep 2019 | 03:32
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Hmmmm
6 Sep 2019 | 18:25
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