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Paul thomas
Ireland


When will Tomorrow Come?

The enterprise that holds our collective well-being and legacy for posterity is being systematically and callously decimated by a few charlatans while we the majority stand aside muttering nonsensical gibberish to the delight of our assailants.

The blitz of dishonourable entities that we have so long empowered to mount the rostrum of this enterprise called Nigeria is the reason we all wail travailing under the weight of systemic and gradual passage into oblivion. Tomorrow is an ambition that we hope to achieve, it is a time far off into the unknown, a place to which only God determines who arrives there; because tomorrow transcends our reach it then becomes an aspiration, a hope and a dream. Today therefore is our most valuable resource in our match towards our hope, dream and aspiration. If our tomorrow is to yield fruits then today is all we got to make things right.

For fifty years we waited for tomorrow to accomplish our dreams, hopes and aspirations, but each time tomorrow steps further into the depth of plunder and sorrow. Desiderating for tomorrow we wasted today; we beckoned tomorrow and it became today, but are dreams are still unfulfilled. The merchants that we entrusted tomorrow to, have today squandered the prospect of tomorrow. They plunder our today to make their tomorrow; they aspire for the fulfilment of their tomorrow while they blighted the tomorrow of others.

Our posterity will ask us what we did while the marauders of our enterprise held sway. Our tomorrow will adjudicate us guilty for our passivity and lethargy today. Yesterday we became free from the shackles of colonisation and today we wallow in the strangulation of taskmasters. Tomorrow blinks with uncertainty and apprehension.

Our ship staggers aimlessly in the vast ocean of international perception. We row frantically without a helm to arrive at a safe haven of relevance amongst the nations. We drift amiss because the tides are strong and we have no captain to circumnavigate our ship away from the persistent pounding of the waves. Our ship is lost at sea, dangerously sailing into unchartered waters, hopelessly at the mercy of the elements. The maelstrom is ferociously threatening the safety of this ship.

Our enterprise today is in utter darkness, powered only by the nauseating noise of generators. The taps are all dried up, families live in shacks and derelict abode, hospitals are nothing but mortuaries, roads have become death traps, schools have become training ground for gangsters and hostels have become brothels. Millions starve daily, children are mal-nourished, infants are borrowed as objects of pity to collect arms, fathers watch helplessly as their children sink into worse poverty than they experienced. Thousands silently exit into oblivion without anybody knowing one minute they had the vive for life the next minute they are gone succumbing to the overwhelming torrent of a continuously volatile and decrepit enterprise. The strong have become weak and the weak become prostrate. No enterprise will ever succeed with this level of neglect and abandonment that has been unleashed on this enterprise. In the same enterprise where others suffer unimaginable degradation and d
eprivation some others live in unfathomable sumptuousness and stupendous flamboyance.

How long will we stand with hands akimbo hoping that tomorrow will be better? When shall we awake out of slumber and realise that our marauders are pleased with status-quo and will keep it, for as long as we remain docile and laissez-faire. The architects of this enterprise have sworn allegiance to those who installed them, to remain loyal to the perpetual and unabated rapacity of our collective wealth.

The former looters of our commonwealth have become heroes and mentors. They walk the streets with flagrant disregard for their actions in the systematic plunder of this enterprise. Now they are honoured at occasions with titles and encomiums. They in return part with a little of their spoils of governance. while the people groan they glow. The cabal of this enterprise enjoy immunity while the majority live in palpable fear of the unknown.

The Eldorado they promised, come year 2000 has remained a mirage, year 2000 came we still do not have houses, Medicare, good roads, goods schools, rule of law, protection and security. The tomorrow they promised finally came and we are worse off than when they made the promise. Now a new tomorrow is promised, the one in which we will compete favourably with the most industrialised nations of the world. They say in the new tomorrow we will have water running ceaselessly from our taps, our electricity will never flounder; hospitals will be adequately equipped that we will never have to seek medicine outside our precinct; they say our economy will be virile and vibrant. The aimless, wanderers, loiterers and the unemployed will forever be banished from our sight. 10 years more to the accomplishment of vision 2020 and the vision already seem to be suffering from cataract and myopia.

There is no end to the exploitation of our space by the rogues that coerce our followership. The lack of ingenuity has left our enterprise unattractive to the rest of the world. While other nations ascend greater dimensions by virtue of their relevance and impact to the rest of the world, our space loses relevance with stunning speed. Whilst tomorrow beckons and posterity emerges we wallow in wanton stagnation. What shall we leave as the proof of our existence? What contributions and inventions will our children build upon? What landmarks will the space called Nigeria stamp on the sand of time as a participant in this dimension?

As this enterprise matures it diminishes in potency, gradually it ebbs into the annals of non achievers. A colossal waste, occupying enormous space, with no justifiable landmark as proof of existence; While the merchants profligate the majority are sedated to perpetual acceptance of status-quo. Docility best describes the state of this enterprise. This enterprise is decimating at an alarming rate, the so called technocrats have all sold their allegiances to the god of mammon. The men who roam our landscape are more concerned with the unbridled rapacity for inanity than the collective prosperity and progress of this entity.

The chicanery and excessive sybaritism of this space right from inception is proof of the decadence that copiously pervades the leadership realm of this enterprise. With ethnic chauvinism and political jingoism mercilessly plaguing the progress of this space and creating gradual descent into anarchy and intolerance by the people that were coerced to cohabit within a landscape with which they share no common affinity or allegiance. One can only pray that as this ship sails aimlessly into troubled waters that the waves and its vehement torrents will not overwhelm it and cause it to shipwreck at sea.

Shalom.
Paul Thomas
Ireland

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