The sun suddenly stopped and our night elongated; the mild windy cloud made way for tinny lights from the nuzzle; the soul of the community now hunted; we cried for help but got held; it was supposed to be a match into a new future, a future so desperately craved for; of love and embrace, not of coffin and comfort. Everyone was the target and now they finally arrived, with a promise of 200 million naira to courageous people with useful information, an offer so needed when the tyrants were in their bud. They were called OME NMA after 2015 election because they benefited from their hunting benevolence. A benevolence which turned contest to conquest. They were made free citizens, granted pardon just to reward their benevolence even when they had continued in the same act. Their contribution to the outcome of 2015 was huge; it produced an effete National Assembly Representative, two rubber stamp state assembly members, a voiceless state executive member and a long list of patronage that followed.
They wanted more just like the spirits of the night riders; it was difficult to pacify them as their appetite for blood needed a borehole even those who helped to create the masquerade couldn't control the works of their art. It was a dent that defied laundry as the thought of OMOKU AND THE ENTIRE OGBALAND reminds the artists that conscience was lost in this utopian creativity where Karma meant heaven for the now. As thrust and trust eroded,our community defied the supreme court in Ransom Kuti Vs. AG Federation since the rule of law had become the rots of law. Self help was proclaimed and a respected Chemistry Lecturer began to experiment other reagents. He made a mix of oxidizing reagents but the combination that depended on steady supply of oxygen could not stop the volatility of local combustible materials made in Aligu especially when Oxygen was the fuel for combustion.
The teacher moved further and was able to device a procedure based on nuclear chemistry. His reagents now was able to restore sanity by expelling those unwanted gaseous molecules that choked our people in discriminating fashion. An umbrella protected some of our people from harm by these digitalis while its victims mainly swept with the broom. .
As the new reagents began to produce several isotopes that dazzled and amazed the OME NMAS, the elements began to look up to the state which granted them paradise for control rods of cadmium to defuse the principles and procedures of the chemistry teacher but the state was in dare need of image laundry.
The sight of OGBA was a quick reminder of the Syrian city of Holmes and our Assad though not expressive knew that things couldn't continue that way so our self help was tolerated against the wishes of some of his comrades and the supposed paradise dwellers. The ultimate was the skull parade but silence greeted the radio waves as no promise of even 200 naira was offered to people who could have known more. It just didn't happen. But why, but why their worrying mind may have quarried? If our palace is now occupied and our grip on the community is loosened then they have no need for us again the wondering monsters soliloquized. Everyone must be the victim, everyone must be the victim these bastard elements retorted but everyone indeed meant everyone including the artists whose ingenuity created the monsters.
Yes everyone and indeed everyone, so the sun stopped, our night elongated and though it is down Omoku is still dark...your visit now is predicated on the fact that everyone was the target, not just those who swept but everyone including those who took shelter under the three coloured umbrella.
Our solution is simple and its in sight; since those who reaped from the scary benevolence has failed us, we will look elsewhere for redemption. Our redemption does not lie in your hands as we have already seen your solutions. Its silence when it is favourable and noisy when it is not.
I am still sleeping for though it is dawn, our land is still dark.