If you must weep, weep for the heart and soul of our beloved nation, a nation grappling with shadows that threaten to consume its very essence.
Weep for the erosion of values, the decay of morality, and the creeping despair that settles like a shroud upon our collective spirit. Then, lift your tear-stained face and cry out, with the fervor of a desperate soul clinging to a lifeline, to the One who alone possesses the power to mend what is broken, to heal what is wounded, and to restore what is lost.
Cry out to the One who resides beyond the reach of human failing, the One whose strength knows no bounds, whose wisdom pierces the deepest darkness, and whose love endures through the fiercest storms. Our God is able, and in His time, in His way, He will intervene. He will not abandon us to the clutches of despair. He will not forsake the cries of His children.
Our government, tragically and inexplicably, appears complicit in this unfolding tragedy, either through deliberate inaction, a crippling unwillingness to confront the malevolent forces at play, or a profound inability to grasp the magnitude of the horrors that plague our land.
This inaction, this unwillingness, this inability, whichever it may be, is a betrayal of the sacred trust placed upon them, a dereliction of duty that leaves us vulnerable and exposed. These unspeakable acts of evil unfold with an alarming regularity, almost a daily occurrence, staining the fabric of our society with the blood of innocent Nigerians.
Yet, a troubling and unsettling silence persists, a silence that echoes through the halls of power, through the chambers of justice, and even through the airwaves and digital platforms of our media outlets. It’s as if a collective blindfold has been drawn over the eyes of those who hold the power to speak, to expose, and to demand accountability. It’s as if there’s a deliberate, orchestrated effort to keep these atrocities hidden from public view, to bury them beneath a mountain of indifference and denial.
But if we, the people, raise our voices in unison, if we cry out with a collective roar that cannot be ignored, if we direct our pleas to the One who sees all, who hears all, and who knows all, He will arise. He will arise in His majesty and power, and He will do what only He can do. He will bring justice to the oppressed, solace to the grieving, and healing to the wounded. He will expose the darkness and bring it into the light.
BUT, have we not been given the powers to confront all sorts of evil by the One who rules in the affairs of men?
If we have, and believe that we are gods under the Almighty God, should we forget to do what we ought to do, rather than perpetuating ethnic and faithless prayer sessions? We have ignored the Divinity in us as we chase shadows of uselessness in our tears.
In our painful situation of death sentences through the neglect of terror and wicked policies, it must have taken hours, perhaps an entire day, for the victim, weakened by fear and exhaustion, to dig the very trench that would ultimately become their final resting place. One can only imagine the sheer terror that gripped the hearts of many Nigerians publicly displayed at their forced graves diggings, the agonizing slowness of each shovelful of earth, the desperate cries for help that echoed unanswered in the desolate silence. The chilling thought of their final moments, alone and abandoned in the face of impending doom, is a stark reminder of the inhumanity that lurks in the shadows of our present Nigeria.
Yet, no rescuing hand reached out, no comforting voice offered solace, no beacon of hope pierced the darkness. None came.
Like the wildwind, they are dead. Died as citizens of Nigeria but without a definitive leadership of compassion and empathy. They died not knowing the difference between the two sides of wickedness and complicity.
They died as rejects by their own country. They died in the worst of human tragedy, buried without honours in their self-made shallow graves. They died not because they were convicts, no, they died because the government that had sworn to protect them has abandoned them, and sadly, through the inglorious impunity of wickedness.
This is the present Nigeria, a nation divided against itself, and equally, a dungeon of vampires in leadership.
This is Nigeria, a nation without a definitive future for generations.
This is Nigeria, a nation that breeds and feeds on the carcasses of its innocent citizens’ bloodshed.
This is my country that prides itself on its dead, and sadly, we are all captured, except that no one is assured of being alive tomorrow.
This is Nigeria, my country, in which hopes have become hopeless, and tears have become the vaunt of our leader’s dividends, and sadly, even in our whispers, we are now being hunted because we seek accountability and freedom.
Weep not, Nigerians, regardless of your pains and miseries, and just understand that we are no longer the treasures of our country. We have all been traded off, and like slaves, we have witnessed our children, sisters, brothers, fathers, mothers and loved ones murdered like rams, yet, our tears are no longer solace for our leadership protections. Like the rabbits in their burrows, terrorists, bandits and kidnappers are unleashed, and even in our artificial citizenship burrows, we have become vulnerable with no clear directions of where the snares of our leadership entrapments have been laid.
Weep not, Nigerians, for our current situation is not one of Leadership wicked policies, but rather one of greedy exploitation. We are not governed by leaders, but by individuals akin to vampires, draining the lifeblood of our nation. They are a disconcerting amalgamation, a hybrid of barbarous tendencies, seemingly revelling in the suffering and bloodshed of the very citizens they are meant to protect. Their actions betray a profound disconnect from the needs and aspirations of the Nigerian people, prioritising personal gain and power over the welfare of the nation.
This disregard for human life and societal well-being is a tragic perversion of leadership, leaving our nation vulnerable and its people despairing.
Weep not, Nigerians, for our destinies are not bound by the confines of empty religious pronouncements or the divisive forces of ethnic hatred. These are distractions, tools used to manipulate and control. Our true path lies in a conscious and deliberate preservation of our shared values. This can only be achieved through a transformative citizenship revolution, a collective awakening of our power and responsibility.
The 2027 elections represent a pivotal moment, an opportunity to reclaim our nation from the grip of these vampiric figures. We must engage actively, critically evaluating candidates and holding them accountable for their promises. We must demand transparency, integrity, and a genuine commitment to serving the Nigerian people. The 2027 elections are not merely a political exercise; they are a chance to forge a new path, one built on unity, progress, and a shared vision for a brighter future. Let us seize this opportunity with courage and determination, and together, we can build the Nigeria we deserve.
Today, the vampires are grouping, deflecting, and sadly, praising a single person’s already broken mandate; a man, who has kept all us in misery.
Following the 2027 elections, let us collectively strive to avoid repeating past mistakes and returning to a state of despair and regret. We must learn from our experiences and refuse to be manipulated by those who seek to exploit us. Let us not be fooled by empty promises and superficial displays of empathy, only to later find ourselves lamenting the consequences of our choices. We must be vigilant and discerning, carefully evaluating the character and intentions of those who seek our support. Let us not be swayed by charismatic personalities or deceptive rhetoric, but instead focus on the substance of their platforms and their track record of service. May we resist the temptation to return to a system that has proven detrimental to our well-being and progress. Let us not shed crocodile tears when those we have empowered abuse their authority and exploit us without consequence. We must hold our elected officials accountable and demand transparency and integrity in their actions. May we collectively work towards a future where our voices are heard, our rights are respected, and our collective well-being is prioritised. Let us break free from the cycle of disappointment and disillusionment and embrace a future of hope and progress. May we never again find ourselves longing for a past that was ultimately harmful to our individual and collective interests. Before you say, GOD FORBID that we should return to our past ugliness, let me remind you that I come in PEACE.
Dr. Sunny Oby Maduka (DSM)
