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An Ordinary Day

An Ordinary Day

A father combing his daughter’s hair. I watch a man reading his Bible in front of the house.  Across a bike man turns to look at a lady dressed half-naked, she tiptoes in a high heel shoe, sweating profusely. I sighed while my attention was drawn to a hairdresser who poured out dirty water while speaking loudly and jokingly to her customers. A Keke man, driving slowly searching for passengers. Girls running walking for errands not minding the blazing sun of the North or the oblivious dry air of the Sahara. A group of Fulani women, with calabash on their heads, called for buyers. Schoolboys play ball on the streets on their way home. A typical ordinary day for a writing passer-by.

I indeed miss those simple days, of going to shops and being with strangers and neighbors. Everyone looks suspiciously, especially these days, of strange diseases and Fulani terrorists. It is sad to dream of goodness and aspire for a corruption-free nation, while within the claws of terrorism, but we will yet dream. My mind raced through the recent events of beastly killings, I thought, and my heart began to clench and the suffering of that, innocent civilians and poor village man who is always the beastly target of tyranny. If we could separate the world everyone should take a share and nurture, we have not tried that, maybe it would be our answer.  

What can be the cure? Physical torture of war crimes could be salvaged, how do we cure the victims of war, how can we bring back innocence? The suffering inflicted by poor governance has troubled the world, inventions of mass destruction outweigh the creation of technological innovation that will foster peace and stability, one would think ‘man’ does not need peace.  Why not build a paradise, who says the poor cannot at least have sufficient access to free opportunities in education, politics, and innovation? Who said only the governing or the ones with bags of money can have the answers? We could be better if we choose better. Our votes have to speak, our prayers can’t stop. Speaking against injustice to humanity has to continue in Urgency, if the change will happen, whatever to let it.

May God’s peace rest upon our nation Nigeria. So my mind flutters through as I journey back home. Playing my favorite song, praying, a world that obeys it’s creators commands, Imagining a world where what you sow is what you alone will reap. A world where the innocent thrive prosperously and people like us can rest our hearts.

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