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NIGERIA; BETWEEN THE RED SEA AND CHARIOTS OF PHARAOH













Emerging from years of been battered in the Hands of political mismanagement and its immoral births of infrastructural deficits, debts accrual, insurgencies, and various monsters emerging from the depth of Human misconduct. Nigerians have endured decades of slavery not in the Hands of foreigners’ post-independence era, but in the Hands of their own Rulers. Flogged with the whips of corruption, held bond by recessions, the Masses has suffered and continue to toil; baking the National cake that some minute elites have Greedily gulped down their oesophagus from generation to generation. These pharaohs are startled at our geometric increase, yet they roll their tongue around their lips; for they see an Army of Laborers ready to be manipulated to achieve disdainful end increase.
We have been sojourners in our own Land; like one held captive in the Land adjacent the Nile, deprived of decent living; grappling with poor education, poor healthcare, poor security, and poor remuneration; except the Favor of the LORD. Postcolonialism; we’ve seen Pharaohs arise in our domain; they become deliberately oblivious of the former struggles and good works that brought us freedom, they do not consider the labour of  our Heroes past; rather, their decrees have been; “double there burden”! Give them no more Straws to make bricks; let them find and gather their straws instead. And lay the same burden of bricks which they formerly made when we provided them straws; upon them. From Militarianism to “Facade Democracy”; since the death of our council of Joseph, Nigerians have only known Labour, Hard Labour, Wanton labour; all that could wipe a people off the earth, if not for the ruler-ship of the GREAT ONE called; GOD. And as we approach the stage and period of mass decision and election; an opportunity availed to us to escape from the Egypt atmosphere in our land, we’ve put one foot forward already by registering for and collecting our voters' card. But now oh GOD; from the ruling party and the formerly dominating one; who asserted to have woken up from its slumber; we are faced with the Red Sea and Pharaoh charging from behind; Please send forth our Moses now!!!


Bolaji Olaniba (2018)

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