Unless drastic reforms are made, we must accept the fact that every four years the United States will be up for sale, and the richest man or family will buy it. - Gore Vidal

We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us! - George Bernard Shaw

Oh God! This Niger area is no longer safe. We are attacked by colonel rats and general vultures. If tears could redeem our wrecks, come, let us cry out loud to the world and allow passions to swim as pools. Even though we cut our images low before their eyes, we are already stunted. They told us to close our eyes, see! Before we opened them, we are fooled! Someone had light-fingered the church treasury Who? The generals and the old vultures have carted away democracy! – Olayinka Olalekan

There have been sounds of horrors, incomparable, from dwarfism to miniature, to absolute gigantism, like the day hell was created. The clouds of doom rage on every living thing from small to large, to the low, to the high, to the wise, to the fools. There is no place to hide, all is irritating, full of brags, self exaltations. More sounds but only of vengeance, prowling of vexations, that we see, that we smell, that we overhear all at a close by, in the backyard of Armageddon, the window of damnations.

What is this thing called Democracy? The cries are hitching, the howling of wild spirits, they are fearful, the enormous humming of forest lords, the running of pandemonium, what omen? What a bad sign of seasons? What a return of mad men? I read the sign of the times, I watch seasons change before my eyes, I see rises and falls, I tap history, I question essence of cause, all has left me empty like a hopeless statue from childhood, passed me to adult, to when I shall return to dust and level with my ruins. I counted losses from generations behind, I numbered those of my own, I weep for the unborn; whose ruins are still in the womb of future. All agonies, all pains, all oppressions are handiworks of men, of whose satisfactions are cruel inflictions, of those who relish in pestilences, of whose activities have overtaken the devil. If anyone doubts the existence of the devil, Satan or Lucifer, it is me; because I found no such thing, except the chains of evils committed by the sons of men. Humans are evil personified, not verbiage, not even annotating!

Look! Evils are not past, except hopes of oppressed, I watched hopes drive past, to yesterday, still upon my eyes. All the while, we hope for a messiah, we long for changes, change of seasons and times from the infinite past until now, hope remains hope, but baddies and fiends flourish in strength! Who struck these humans with maladies? Can someone tell what lowered their consciences? Can anyone understand who ordains their rises and falls?

What remains unstoppable as original sins of madness? What is it that strikes the minds of earthly kings? Behold, I see the reigns of lunatics in high and low places, I saw in the past, I see in today, who knows what I will see in tomorrow as much as I saw in yesterday? As if my eyes are destined to see their manifold forms, still they are not winnowed except they take recesses and return in later times. Honestly, from the time we left the shore of human slavery, to the time of independence, madness has waxed strong and stronger in the whole of the black race. I look all over, from the smallest nation in Africa to the most populated black nation, Nigeria, and I haven’t seen too many sane leaders at all! What we see around us are intoxicated mad men, prodigal sons, people who have escaped from lunatic asylums.

So, whenever people remind me of the slave trade, all I keep saying is: the slave trade had sold the wrong people. If not, how could people like Idi Amin Dada, Mobutu Sese Seko, Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo, Charles Tailor, Sani Abacha and the rest of Baabus have escaped slave merchandisers? It grieves me time after time that we still have these clowns; they are still in mental orphanages, their ideas are chronic, barbaric, they speak obsoletes because they overslept in rotten autocracies. I had once thought western slavery ideology was the peak of human mental disorder; honestly I have to disabuse it, more mad men are still around, they have defiled most medications, yet they think they are wiser than everyone. Well, that is a symptom I’m talking about. If not, how can these mad men think they don’t need psychiatric help when other nations are developing fast around them? African children are suffering; they are rejected everywhere, everyone is afraid of the black man’s face. They see inflictions in us, they see greed, cruelty, backwardness. These superiors call us scoundrels!                               

Robot  # 1 | 09.04.2008 11:03

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