Great people of a great nation, I want to borrow a chorus from a recent Omawumi’s track, which goes thus;
If you ask me; na who I go ask?
The matter wey we see so, e tay wey e start
No be me go talk am, e heavy for mouth
If you ask me…The matter for ground…
Eh! Na who I go ask?
But wait, so who I go ask now?
An Indigenous proverbs says, nwata ruru ima akwa ma n’anu ara nne ya, gini ka anyi g’eme ya? Translated to English, what should we do to a child old enough to tie loin clothes if he continues to suck on his mother’s breasts?
Enough don dey reach enough, wetin now? Dem dey call person thief, he still dey carry goat pikin dey dance round about town even go do march past for town hall, when shame go begin catch some people sef? E lelia nwa ite, o gbonyua oku, meaning that if you neglect the pot, it boils over and extinguishes the fire. Time is running out, in fact we have approached dying minutes such that people are dying by the minutes, either by natural causes or Boko Haram induced!
Agwo emeghi nke o jiri buru agwo, umuaka achiri ya hie nku, if a snake fails to show its venom, little kids will use it in tying firewood. Boko Haram has toyed, played with the government and it seems the only answer the government has is no answer. I ask you now, why won’t they ask the president to ‘become a Muslim or resign?’
Azu na-eloghi ibe ya adighi ebu, a fish that does not swallow other fishes does not grow fat. Mr President, there are occasions where one acts without qualms.
We should remember that atoroomara ya mara; atoro ofege nya febiri, when a parable is spoken to a wise man he understands it; but with the foolish it is not so. It is also true that ekpere niile bere n’amen, all prayers end in amen, he who has ears, let him listen and tell the others, time is running out!