Must Nigerians Show Sympathy For The Plight Of President Buhari’s Son?

I have written down something on my Microsoft Word about 16 times but didn’t post it. Before this post, I had written 2 more but still did not post it.

The total now is 19 and they are all about the online preachers and policemen.

You know why I ended up not posting it? It is not because you’d say Onyeabo has come again. It is simply because I asked myself, “have your 2 days preachings made me to worry about what happens to Buhari’s family?”. The answer is No.

Will my 19 posts make you to stop sounding stupid? No

So why should I bother?

Before you can convince us that you are nice and objective, mention the name of a child you lost or a child endengered in a harsh and cruel circumstance caused by someone who later faced same situation and you wished the person well.

Most of you will not even greet your dad’s rival in the village. Your uncles and aunts are witches and wizards back in your sub conscious. They are stopping you from making money and getting that rich husband of your dream yet you are here talking milk of human kindness.
Most of us do not care about what goes in that family. Your endless posts will not change it. We are not human and there is no milk in us.

You know why? Let me give you an example.

Ikechukwu Ukeoma’s parents cannot hear you. They lost him and nothing happened.

Same goes to most of us. You can take your pity and cook with it. The same thing that makes you think people should be pitying those who hate them is the same reason you will insult people here and expect them to be the bigger person and not give it back to you.

This is the best period to show us the human side of Buhari before Yusuf gets better and he starts killing other people’s Yusuf (first and only sons of other insignificant women) and have his online fools applaud and excuse him for it.

Do not wait till Yusuf gets better. Show us Buhari’s face in the hospital watching his son still breathing on the hospital bed. That way, you can understand the face of those mothers whose sons were swimming in the mud and who lay in the pool of their own blood for simply wearing an insignia and colours Buhari hates.

#Rant1046

One of the benefits of chronic, unabashed, unreformed under-development is the luxury of insufficient sympathy. When accident occurs – whether by bus, plane or, err, power bike, it should be expected that the average Nigerian would be too scarred to care for something as flippant as Sympathy.

What kind of sympathy should an uneducated man earning N15,000 a month with five children have for a rich boy riding an expensive power bike for reckless pleasure? We take everything from Nigerians, even our right to be apathetic. Can we not be indifferent in peace?

It is a miracle that we are not yet eating ourselves on the streets. We should be commended for surviving all these years of rape, manipulation and corruption, and are yet to find human flesh at the bus-stop enticing enough to slice and chew right under the sun.

Ripped of all basic human rights and dignity for so long, it is insane to expect that we could possibly feel anything except a relentless need to find a next meal or a next breakthrough, depending on the level of your own personal Nigerian penury and misfortune caused by crass neglect.

We lack everything. Yet we are being cajoled to muster all our strengths, as small as they are, for the sake of sympathy for a ruler’s son. When all we’ve ever wanted was the shoe on his feet or the stamp on his passport or the bank alerts on his phone or the opportunities his surname commands – again, depending on your grade of penury.

Don’t be offended that we rejoice when we are supposed to cry, you hear? It is what people who never have water to quench burning houses do. It is what should be expected of people who have no number to call when they suffer third degree burns on major roads that are never fully repaired. It is what should be expected of people who have no supply of potable water to drink. Probably our apathy is caused by high levels of zinc in our pure water. Toh.

A country of 80% living below a dollar… the fear of death should not be the problem. It is living that is the real tragedy.

Ndo, casualties and power bikes et al.

That thing that you feel now, is our daily narrative. Still, we stand.

However, if this is any consolation, our daily routine as Nigerians is killing us anyways. We are all in coma. It’s best we all ride and crash, really.

Even Harley Davidson agrees.

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