I had therefore urged that we break forth, start our own
businesses, but realise limits, and stay safe. But I
have also seen how that is not the reason we are where
we are (poor, jobless and thronging ourselves to death;
Boko Haram joblessly working on our National security,
sovereignty, and sanity; and the Government dutifully
procrastinating, denying, and politicking), how we
indeed break forth and set limits (that we do not court
save conquer), how we are easily quietened, silenced,
satiated; for we quickly lose focus, loose grip and, in
not minding our business, place it in loos.
For it is no longer news that to survive in the days and
weeks and months to come one must break forth and start
his own business, set boundaries and realise those
limits (as) set, and mind one's business. That we must
shift gaze from the ambitious, ambiguous, Agenda we are
asked to look unto, and look within. That we must hold
our destinies in our hands and defend our sovereignty,
security and sanity. That hope comest not from the
Centre, not from the House, not from the Court, not even
from the Rock - the only water in this wilderness is
Mara and Moses is yet in Sambisa to bring back our
Hope comest from within us, and is ours forever. It is
held in our arms, held by our hands, close to our
hearts. Unlike us, it is not threatened by Boko Haram,
it is not starved by the incredibly high cost of living,
it is not shut without to live on, and off, the streets,
it is not clothed in rags and fades, it is not denied
admission by JAMB nor is its stay in the institutions
lenghtened indefinitely by Unions' strikes. And it is no
longer subsidized by SURE-P nor paralysed by paralytic
PHCN, or whatever it is now called (even Airtel has
stopped changing names; for by their changing names ye
shalt know them).
Our hope is sure, factual, fastidious, and forever so;
and cannot be denied or taken away as usual. It is not
attached to the politician and his cronies. It is not
injured by the utterances of the Dame. It is not
misguided by the calculations and political correctness
of His Excellency. It cannot be kidnapped by
blood-sharing insurgents, it does not require rescue by
American Forces, and it is never bothered by whether
there is God o, or not.
Our hope is our ingenuity, it is our industry, it is our
business; after all,
there is God o, He is for us, and we Nigerian youths are
an enterprising lot.
I have since realised that youth can be turned to
advantage, that things are easier when one is young
(contrary to popular opinion and everyday observation);
that when one is young, the
typically rallies around to help, advice is easier to
get and experience, to garner, and the ancient
argumentum ad misericordiam holds sway. Ironically,
that is when one is interested in camaraderie,
looking-good, feeling-fly, wasteful spending; rather
than in investments, digging-deep, taking-root, securing
assets (land other/more than cars).
I have since discovered that youth is when many a
potential is wasted, that youth is many a potential
wasted, that there is more to life than potential; that,
to succeed, the one with potential must invariably mind
his own business, however young he may be.
If only the youth of this country had woken long before
now, if only we had not allowed ourselves to be thugs in
those election violence we haD to be part of because our
(literal) grandfathers still wallow in politics and will
not just dive in and be swallow for the fish, if only we
did not oblige when they’d rather we wore life vests
– riddled with the holes of their mischief
– and dived in to save their sinking, stinking, political
careers, if only we had stayed true to our vision of
leading this potent nation to actualising her potential
...Then many a youth will not be jobless, frustrated,
or thronged to death, then Boko Haram will not be within
our boundaries, then our gramps and grannies will be in
the Homes and not the Villas and Lodges, then Nigeria
will overtake and take over.
And it can yet be...
If we will choose our own path and be stuck to it, if we
will outline our journey and set out in earnest, if we
will not allow ourselves to be distracted, if we will
decide in our youth what to do and stay true to it, if
we will displace and replace - rather than ally and
align with - those who set our country still to draw her
back; then will we surge forward and reclaim our place
among the nations.
As is said, when the bush rat ages, it suckles at her
offspring's' breasts. Nigeria is of age, and it is high
time we nurtured her, it is high time we stood up for
her, it is high time we chased away those who exploit
her, who devastate her, who strangle her.
We must start (to mind) our business and help each other
It is our business to save Nigeria.
Medical Student, OOU, Sagamu.