The hardest part in every piece I write is the beginning, sometimes I have to watch a movie, listen to music (in this case, Jaga Jaga by Eedris Abdulkareem), read a book or call on my intellectual alter ego, all in a bid to start this engine. You know why? It’s because right about now, I’m downright sure I have your attention, you see what I did there??? Beginnings matter, remember I said that, now let’s get to the story…
We domicile in a country where our resources get stolen out from under us. The bulk of it gets deposited in Swiss banks, the rest is used to grade roads, that were supposed to be tarred; sink a bore hole for a densely populated community, which private individuals can do; rehabilitate a quarter of an already dead school building; buy rice bags for market women; buy motor cycles (‘okada’) for university graduates, GRADUATES!!! & any other meagre deed you can imagine. What’s worse is the fact that they get overly appreciated for these bread crumbs they throw at us. We forget that these exiguous projects are only a tiny fraction of the job description of our beloved public seat holders. I was talking to a friend on this issue and he said something that I will always remember…
“Nigerians do not know what they really want, so they settle for less”
Do I blame the thieving politicians? No! It’s the majority I blame, we have no voice and even when we choose to speak, it fades with the echo and sometimes it fades faster than the echo. We give aspiring public officers this impression – “we need help, so help us, you can steal, but just help us”… Beginnings matter, and that’s the beginning we have created; the beginning of helplessness, so the politician is always in the vantage position, he/she doesn’t feel any form of obligation, just a sense of charity, if not why hold a ceremony to open two newly built classrooms, if its your job, why the ceremony, what’s there to celebrate? Should police men celebrate after every arrest? Should school teachers celebrate after every class? Should coffin makers celebrate after crafting coffins? Pause, think and keep reading…

This is not me complaining, it’s me trying to give you a voice, telling you that you deserve more, so demand more. You know how we all complain about the country, but when we really have a chance to change things we “moonwalk” away! We are the voiceless majority… Over 170 million people and yet the Nigerian dream has been hijacked by a few ungodly men who are willing to lie, cheat, steal, and even kill just so they can protect their ill gotten wealth. Edmond Burke once said “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing!”
The Patricia Etteh chronicle where she was alleged to have used 628 million naira to renovate her apartment, The Farouk/Otedola case of the 500 thousand dollars bribe, or is it the promise from Goodluck Jonathan that the money removed from the fuel subsidy will be used to uplift the country… These and many other cases abound, they have all been forgotten, even though they were never resolved… Why? Because we never spoke out; you are about to ask what good that would do but before u do, I’ll ask u this “have you tried?” We never found the need to ask questions, we never monitored proceedings, we don’t even try to hold government accountable! We are the majority that watch(ed) as the few steal (stole) their priced jewels. I’m calling for a revolution of the mind, change your perception, do something for your country, challenge misappropriation of funds, challenge the political mediocrity that is now the norm. Be the change, speak out, have a voice!
When will Nigeria ever get better? When you choose to use your voice…

Written by John Iyoha @johniyoha1
Edited by Ken Iguodala @kiguodala


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11 Replies to “VOICELESS”

  1. In Nigeria, at some time, it’s not knowing what to do but wanting to do what is meant to be done that is the problem. Nice piece.


  2. (I’m not trying to discourage anyone, but…) By the way, who wan die? Very few, I guess, want to die -alone- doing such; there’s no guarantee. It’s easier to say it than to do it. But nevertheless, wherever you find yourself, be for the greater, positive good and change. Nice writeup!


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