I have a favourite number.
Problem is it changes too often.
Sometimes, it is 4.
Other times, its 5.
Today, they are two
and neither of these two.
They add up to another favorite of mine; 13.
The goth
that surrounds 13 makes it appealing.
Some associate it with evil, or the
diabolical.
Basically, the unexplained.
I laugh cos it is not every thing you
can not assign an explanation for that is diabolical and not every such is
evil.
These numbers for instance are not.
Hard, yes but most
definitely not evil.
The explanation of what they mean may be exasperating but
that is a choice each one of us makes.
Some more than others cos some are in
positions of authority and could have done things differently but they did not.
They allowed greed, avarice, selfishness and poverty mentality guide their
actions.
As a nation, we turn 13, ( nope, no error!) 5+8=13 and we do
not act the sum of both numbers not to talk of them multiplied.
We have been a
sovereign nation for about 58 years but we act our national age of 13.
A new
teen who is just finding out or about to discover what should be our strength and
how we should drive the narrative of who we are.
I will not start with education cos then I won’t be able to
sustain what needs saying.
Health….sigh. An even worse scenario.
We have taken
to training our population to aid other nations.
Our resources are for loftier
things like providing cars for Government officials who do no more than oppress
their employers with the commonwealth thus our health professionals are busy
studying to go and take up entry level jobs in saner climes where people value
their population enough to ensure there is a steady stream of trained personnel
to ensure their good health.
Housing is a priority in the sense that it is a good visual for
campaign promises especially architectural models and tracts of cleared land
and promises of access to funding for the common man (who is he?) to purchase
housing.
Not that houses are not available because when Senator X or Y get
their constituency allowance for projects that they claim will benefit their
people, the people who elected them to serve or to represent them, they use
such monies to build palatial houses and then the left over is used to build
housing that are substandard and build to house some hapless family at cut
throat rates.
Sometimes, karma steps in and the houses lie empty for a long
time while young people have to find houses further and further away from their
jobs cos empty houses being let at exorbitant prices that their non-living
wages can’t afford lie empty in areas where they should live.
That adds time to
their commute making them ill but we are not worried about that…..yet.
Back to my favourite number, 13.
Some say its evil.
If it
is, may it strike the ones who choose to hand out pittances to the Nigerian
youth rather than empower them to change the business landscape.
They form
catchy phrases that mean you have won and hand some money out to a handful
while ignoring the huge numbers that are restive.
They fete those who are loud
on social media, enable them to the point that they can’t even remember what
they were shouting about (yes! This is a Sub! Dem Omojuwa dem…).
We celebrate Independence but our dependence index must be
the highest in all of Africa if not the world.
We buy everything from somewhere
outside our borders except for our braggadocio.
That one is home grown and is
available in copious amounts.
Never mind that he did not pass school leaving certificate examinations and has been found to have been trying to get same by dubious
means, he will break into dance and address a press conference to claim his
mandate that was stolen will be (by God’s grace) recovered.
Or after enjoying
the same godfatherism, lament that this is unacceptable cos he is no longer the
anointed one.
The cries of those who support the not too young to run campaigns
who endorse their ancestor for another term.
Will not even talk about the
insecurity and the conspiracy theories all of which add up to number zero.
So, 13.
Yes.
Our emotional age as a nation is about that cos
we are unwilling to take hard stances that will see our future improve.
Its
like when we as parents make choices that seem hard at first for the wellbeing
of our children and then that time when they eventually see the end we hoped
for and bask in the beauty we caused them to attain.
Then, 58.
May our next Independence Day be one….indeed!
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