do you still recall our last outing at the Olympics in London? this was my thought about what went down a day after the contingents touched down naija(MyArchives) ...enjoy reading Nigerlympian With bated breath a nation stood still in anticipation The Anticipation of hope, glory and prestige amongst equals From the Sahara, savannah to the Plateau and the mangroves Men, women representing a country’s finest, fittest circus were chosen Or so we thought Songs, dances, libation and prayers all said for them So like evangelizers we sent them forth to conquer and subdue in the arena Each representing not just the region but a pool of what is our meaning The strength of unity in diversity Day one came and went Still counting day two Day three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve …still laboriously counting What is happening why has the boat rocked all of a sudden Neither sounds from the drums nor sounds from nimble feet could be heard Punching hands lay weak unable to pound Gazelle like feet turned snail like Out stretched limps cut short Alas what seem like a silver lining on our skies turned into a nightmare of delusional miscalculations Devastated hung on like drunks a whole nation struggled to make meaning of the unfortunate but worthy shame It was just a sporting extravaganza only serious minded nations do not thing so For them It is an arena to project ideologies of political economic and social nature The superiority of one over the other whose would serve the human race better? Think it not too far we projected an ideology only a miscued one at that If you are wondering what we projected fail state is not far from it Chaotic society not far from it A disturbed entity not far from A disorganized house is not far from it A disgruntled people is not far from it Not everything is money Two billion might be big a sum but it lacks the power and the feel of spirit A push a motivation That pervasively drunken feeling of giving of self for the greater good Patriotism Now that the men have return from their hunting expedition Those we thought set out to do same have come back with a true identity that for a long time will define symbolism of a people. While drums cymbals flutes herald the home coming of true champions While other nations revel in sheer ecstasy of great accomplishments of products of functioning institutions, the thunderous rapturous sound of success travels across seas oceans plains deserts and settles on the rock then begins to spread like an infectious disease spurting over every moving creature within the nation It is time to dig deep It is time to ask questions hard It is time to look at the project It is time to fashion an alternative ideology It time to get the system remodeled It is time to say no we are tired of being shamed It is time we take our rightful place of dignity It is time we all rise as one and fight the good fight It is time It is time It is time But who will we sent
Posted on: Mon, 15 Jul 2013 13:09:00 +0000
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