A
U-TURN TO THE FLAG
Arise and
come Patriots!
If
nakedness promises you cloth, ask what is its name.
This is
not time to open our white teeth and grin on the emptiness of the promissory
that our flag painted green white green is for prosperity and peace. How do we
account for mass poverty and violence tearing us into pieces? This
flag hoist in high places is moist with the tears of the masses.
Let’s
take a closer look at the flag and the massive flag-bearers. Don’t look at the
flag-bearers through the peaceful and prosperous utopia of the colourful flag;
but look at the flag through the dystopian reality of the
colourless flag-bearers who are drenched in the deluge of misery.
If
poverty promises you riches, ask what is its name.
We were
once painted in borrowed pint of paint; and crest with crest from the West
before we resigned from the act and designed our green white green flag intact;
in fact, we ensign promising symbols of peace and prosperity on our ensign to
celebrate our republican pact.
Since we
received colonial favour of kingdom freedom through our nationalist labour to
paint our identity with such fruitful a flavour of colour to colour our valour
of economic virility and fertility, why don’t we savour its fruitful splendor
but watch it fade to pallor to pall us into the banal of barrenness and fall to
unnatural sterility?
One will
think the message on our heraldry will herald abundance but after over FIVE decades, we are still running neo-colonial errands around and our
dancing instinct is bound to poverty’s band.
If
shame promises you dignity, ask what is its name.
Take a
look at the national flag: what do you see?
Its
defiled purity? Its abused peace? Its leprous whiteness? Its yellowish
greenness?
Take a
look at its greenness! Its fading glory, its palling paleness and its withering
yellow-yellow yielding. A nation once envied by others is now jealous of them.
When ex-giant turns ant, ex-ant may fill up the gigantic vacuum. What gardener
is he who waters only an infinitesimal fraction of the garden and abandons a
great remnant to wither?
Take a
look at its whiteness! It is blood-stained by the fiery dart of angry sects who
get punished with amnesty immunity without purging their crimson instincts with
hyssop.
Take a
look at its shape! Its spectacular rectangular equal portion is a utopia of our
dystopian division.
Where
togetherness is threatened, selfishness is the badoo;
Where
collectivity is defeated; individuality is the king-kong;
Where
equality is destroyed, divisibility is the boss because the cause of this
causeless cause is too trivial a course to discuss in our legislative
discourse; it’s not as important as paying ostentatious allowances for their
lip services.
If
prostitution promises you fidelity, ask what is its name.
This is the nitty-gritty!
We are
speeding on the highway of corruption and violence. I hope there won’t be a
terrific traffic that will force us to see that the only alternative is to make
a U-turn to the flag.
To make a U-turn to productive
agricultural values, preferable to ostentatious fabric-cultural revues;
To make a U-turn to equality, preferable to inequality;
To make a U-turn to mass
prosperity, preferable to mass poverty;
To make a U-turn to peace and
harmony, preferable to disunity in diversity;
To make a
U-turn to the flag, so that we can shine our white teeth and grin on green
land...
"nemo dat quo non habet"
Ajayi
Angel-Simon 2015©
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