I’m often fascinated at the sight of those big mass transit buses used as popular modes of transportation in one of the southwestern port city of my country. This buses popularly known as Molue by virtually all citizens residing in the south western part of my country has somehow found its way into the legends and fables of my people.
I remembered my first time of stepping into that bus. I was seven and it was my first day in school – primary one to be precise and it was also my first month in that city. I clearly remembered my mother loading I and my brother into the most biggest and scariest looking vehicle I’ve ever seen in my life with wide and wild angry/smiling faces both sitting and standing staring at me from its interior. For a boy like me that has been born in the most largest and traditional city of my country, that bus was so gigantic and imposing that I felt like I’m embarking on the first adventure of my life! Hardly will you be able to resist the temptation of stopping over at a gathering where Molue tales and legends are been told.
Molue, is a gigantic vehicle that needs an experienced and skilled veteran driver of many years; a driver that can easily become a devil and also an angel at the steering wheels as the situation demands. A driver that is ready to come down at the slightest opportunity of exchanging punchesj with any adversary or person that doesn’t seem to share his views of his fundamental right to be the king of the road. After many years of studying the style of politics, mode of governance and administration of my country.
After critically analysing my country’s cultures, beliefs, lifestyle and society, I have come to the simple realisation that the best way to describe my country; if asked by anyone, is that my country is a Molue. A Molue country like mine needs an experienced and rugged driver to take over its controls – a competent driver that fits my previous description above. My country people are so clueless and unconcerned about the state of events in the country. Less than two years ago when our dear Mr. President was delivering his inauguration speech – he made it clear to us that he is not experienced in the affairs of running a country. It should have struck us at that time that we are in for a stormy ride in our dear Molue with a man like our president taking over the wheels.
I keep finding myself wondering and asking if our dear Mr. President has ever taken time out to go through his inaguration speech after having read it out to us back in 2011. I clearly remembered my president saying: “Today, our unity is firm, and our purpose is strong. Our determination unshakable. Together, we will unite our nation and improve the living standards of all our people whether in the North or in the South; in the East or in the West. Our decade of development has begun. The march is on. The day of transformation begins today…” Alas! We are here today with nothing to hold on to based on our oga’s promises. Instead of giving solidarity to our unity, it is been blown to pieces bit by bit by my brothers in the North, been kidnapped away bit by bit by my brothers from the South and been encouraged to pieces bit by bit by my brothers both from the East and West. Instead of seeing it as our decade of development, it has become our decade of declining – the march of our Molue isn’t on, it is in complete reverse mode. Instead of it been the day of transformation that has begun…it has become the beginning of the days of trans-corruption. Our dear Molue of a country is now in a permanent reverse mode. Initially, we expected a stormy ride towards a meager form of development with the consolation that we shall have the opportunity of getting some fresh air while riding in our Molue with our new shoeless driver up front. But instead of advancing, we are slowly dwindling backwards. Our driver should have used the initiative of putting on his shoes before taking over the wheels of our Molue. It is evident that our driver has no knowledge of driving Molues because he is from the part of the country where Molues don’t exist, a place where canoes and ferries are the ideal mode of transportation. A place where you don’t require any special kind of shoes to control water crafts – unlike Molues where you need hard and hardened boots to control the pedals – but unfortunately, our president didn’t come onboard with shoes. He only came onboard with a pair of bare feet, a paddle, a rope and a net!
It is sickening enough to bear the fruits of our errors by pushing Mr. Fresh Air into office. Despite all the high and far reaching (empty) promises we were forced to gulp when he took the mantle of office. What I consider a big insult on our collective intelligence are his atrocious claims in his new years speech’s paragraph 9 where he said ”…we will remain absolutely committed to the rule of law, due process and fair play in all circumstances. Our democracy continues to grow, and the scope of human freedom continues to expand. It is an achievement that we will continue to build upon…”. Paragraph 10 ”I say it again, we are determined to continue to push forward. We will do more, not less. We will remain focused” If our dear president is indeed truly focused and actually pursuing just a fraction of his above claims, I believe we will have a better Nigeria. I am not talking about improving our electricity capacity to a meager 4500 Mega Watts after spending a colossal amount of Naira and which we all know that 4500 Mega Watts of electricity is not enough to power Ibadan alone talk less of Nigeria outcome of which even the Federal Capital Territory ended up celebrating New Year in darkness along with other states in the country while our confused Mr. Fresh Air was busy feeding us what we wanted to hear ”LIES!”. Thanks to the internet, I wouldn’t have been able to know what our president spoke about because of failure in getting power for my television set.
Our Messiah has finally succeeded in putting the Molue of our country into a permanent reverse mode and d vehicle keeps sliding down to the foot of the hill where we originally started from in 1960 and there is virtually nothing we can do about it or should I say we don’t want to do anything about it because the Nigerian skin is too soft and sophisticated to be roughly manhandled by riot police?
Our only hope ”IF” we fail to take action now is 2015. We are slowly inching towards 2015…with the hopes of making sure that Mr. Fresh Air does not land in Aso Rock again. If and when that time comes; we shall be waiting to promptly install our choice president that can remove the gears of our country’s Molue from permanent reverse and start pushing us forward once more.
Just before I forget, Mr. President, your new year day’s speech is complete fallacy, a ridiculous work of fiction and contrary to your baseless and empty promises…you know and I and all Nigerians know that you LIED! Grow up and Wake up sir, we are not kids. Stop insulting our collective intelligences if we are to endure two more years of your nonsenses and don’t forget to sack your speech writer. He gave you junk to pass on to us and which you did in all your marvelous and infinite wisdom.
Wake Up Nigeria. The time for revolution is now! Long live the Federal Republic of Nigeria!
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