“To change is not necessarily to lose one’s identity; to change sometimes is to find it. ~ George Brown Tindal

We must not mortgage our conviction and principle for a bite of a good life that can be stripped away with the snap of a finger, even when we have sold our souls for a token, and our brothers for pennies. We must not forget the frailty of life whilst we throw ourselves at its farcical fortunes which are temporal.

Both comfort and the good life are things to be coveted; but not at the detriment of our humanity. If we must lose our humanity to have a good life, then it is not a good life; but a contingent one— which, like the enduring one is ephemeral, transient.

Their place in history voiced, obscured by their willing ignorance, buttressed by their insatiable yearn for the good life— at all cost. There’s a limit of depravity that we must collective reject even at the expense of our good life and happiness. There must be a point we say no to comfort.

Unfortunately caught between a dangerous chasm that keeps expanding, until it stretches them thin, until it stretches all the veins in their self-serving bodies to become threads of vainglory, threads anarchist use to weave instability in the society.

I’ve come to the conclusion that Nigeria is a testing ground for seeing just how much suffering human beings can endure before they finally snap

They hold our reins; and direct us coercively to the dark alleys of stark hedonism— their god. And ironically they are monotheist, like every noble religion— buy they worship their own desires. It is their redemption. So they think. At least on this earth.

We are more or less now, zombies with a hope— awkward. A zombie has no hope; it just struts aimlessly and wanders into wherever its inebriation takes it. In wanders into the murky waters of occultic war-mongers and power brokers whose interest is destruction only.

So now we are aimless, defenseless and vulnerable; by our own doing, brokered by our selfishness and impatience, we have handed the only keys to our salvation to the ones that vowed we wouldn’t have any.

And we have lost it to the barest value— when the stakes were low. Now that they are high, it would take more than our moral might to wrest it off our traducers. It will be a battle list before it started— because we do not have the souls to be at the forefront of our counter.

“The greatest of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all.”~ Soren Kierkegaard

Our societies have been completely destroyed, devoid of their essence as the keepers of what philosophers called the easy life; free of jealousy, envy and pride, free of malice and arrogance. And in this newfound alien societies we must dwell; and even attempt to develop another generation.

So we got the win— we got a life full of freedom, and of liberty— no one may chaperone the other; and no one owed accountability to the other. We became people of the wild; with no rules of engagement. Bringing back ourselves to centuries ago.

And we just not blame anyone but ourselves for our recent conundrum. We recklessly broke all the rules, we broke all conventions out in place to check the excesses of society. But we cried foul, and even concocted mysterious lies to back our protestations.

But this pique that we have caught ourselves in, is neither the fault of fate nor that of our oppressors; we left the shadows of grace when we lost our decorum and principle to put on the cloak of arrogance— as if we were more special than those before us.