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While I was away.
I was on the tree of thoughts for 11 hours.
My state of origin is Kogi. My consciousness has been planted there since my placenta of primary influence has been buried there.
I began to climb up.
On the first branch of this tree of wilderness, I saw my people languishing in perennial poverty and hopelessness helplessness.
On the second branch, I saw my people wallowing under the control of religious bigotry and tribal supremacy.
On the third branch, I saw my people driving their lives on the poles of religious intolerance, insulated from critical embrace of our collective humanity.
On the fourth branch, I saw my people in chronic starvation of Leadership that has vision and strength. An effect of having a retinue of rulers who were tribal lords, visionless- abbatiors, albatross of illiteracy and enablers of thuggery which comparatively put us on the primitive stage of human existence.
On the fifth branch, I saw mediocrity. It was dancing naked like a shameless masquerade unleashed on the people after 4 decades of house arrest. I saw mediocrity dishing our certificate of attendance to our youths who elevated mediocrity and pulled down capacity.
My jaw adrop when I saw my people sleep in poverty and mediocrity so brazenly that all they knew and saw or know was “existence” through survival. They coped. They loved it. They wanted it all their life.
On the 6th branch, I was getting tired of climbing. Scared by the monsters of occultism which was the new sheriff in town due to years of mentally installed role-modeling of thuggery which is the softer handing over power to the youths. In many streets and villages, they wore berets of illusionary power. Drank blood of deaths of their fellow brothers because of brotherhood which was mistwisted and given a new meaning by political chandeliers. I saw children brag with it. I saw them brag with taking another life and drank to the glory of death.
On the 7th branch, I saw disunity. I saw supremacy of individual interests above the collective majority. I saw people gather to drown the future of the people to be born, while alleviating the worries of my people with made-up-reality of rescuing them.
On the 8th tree, I saw thuggery and gangsterism in its bare form. I saw it with my naked eyes and it greeted my soul with fear. It shook the barrels of my blokos with jittery. My legs are beginning to shake without standing. The fear that made my grandmother sleep every night knowing one territorial war could struck up her sleep and harvest her children to death. These ones may be casualties of war. In Ejule and Idah, years ago, I saw death. Bodies of young men who could have been Presidents, buried without any flag of honor. I saw the mental images of open cuts on their heads and blew out brains. The red and white milk on the surface. I only knew that of head of fish when growing up, I saw it live with thuggery as a Doctor.
On the 9th branch, I saw a disconnection of Kogi indigenes in diaspora. I saw their irresponsibility of escaping from the state into towns and cities built by others, only to return with muscled sized finance to run for elective offices, take power and impoverish the land more. I see the outright desolation and I fear.
On the 10th branch, I see those who escape responsibilities by staying on the media to plunder the soul of my state into disrepute. I see how those who have flaws in their own lives begin to demand perfection from my state even though the conscience states that humans who are perfect like them live in those places they call” worse”. Their parents live there. Their ancestry is a firm there.
On the 11th branch, I saw hope.
I see hope of a new oil poured upon my state. Still, the crisis tries to overshadow but my eyes know time and seasons. I have seen this one. Just like how God created everything beautiful in the world, he first laid the foundations.
It is looking void now, but there is something great on our lips to come.
I see very young people who are not paying salaries regularly but are paying vision regularly.
I see people who are the most attacked but the most focused.
I see people who everyone became wise in their reign but God is charting their wisdom in the foolish things of the world.
I see people who may not even be sure of their own steps at some point, but that is fine too. Nobody is completely sure.
I see people who have broken the firemen of thuggery. The social police of cultism. The army of religious and ethnic intolerance. The arrest of gerontocracy. The siege of mediocrity. The kidnapping of vision. The evil of witchcraft.
I see people smiling through pain because there is a future. Something for the road…
This is my 11 hours story in the wilderness while I was away…
– Promise Emmanuel (Kogi Rebel)
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