Tijjani Muhammad Musa
The difference in response to both the two unfortunate tragedies in the socio-democratic setting of Nigeria lies in the approach with which each case is related to by those who should be concerned about the injustice metted out to them in the initial instance.
In the first case scenario, there is virtually a dead silence, an absence of one reverberating echo off the hollow conscience in the minds and hearts of y’an Arewa, men and women, young and old, elites and simpletons etc. Many seem to lack neuts.
It seems when a pebble drops into their stagnant pond, it immediately sinks to the bottom without creating as much as a single ripple that ought to travel as a wave from the point of impact to the edge of the water, telling the tale that births it as it flows across the divide.
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Nor does another ripple and another and yet another follow the first in sequences, repeating the same narration, thus creating a noticeable phenomenon that registers its presence in the eyes, minds and subconsciousness of any, even if nonchalant.
On the contrary, the opposite is what is obtained from the other side of the spectrum. The earth shakes and quivers from the fall of a single tree. In fact the rest of the forest transmits the shock waves of the drop either of an oak tree or an acorn sprout. The south ensures this happens. Dole all must listen and act. It reminds me so much of the Jews.
Until our ponds, pools and water bodies can generate these revelations, these revealing ripples, we will continuosly perpetuate in the waste of our most valuable of importance, relevance and resources. As this applies to the north, same extends to blacks and Africans the world all over.
Has this stone I have thrown sank to the abyss or have the ripples I have tried creating in the process made my missive heard, seen, read and understood? Or perhaps I should speak in a simpler, more understandable and much more easier to decipher language?
Now, that’s the problem when a poet tries to speak in prose.
~ ©Tijjani M. M.
