MY COUNTRY’S MAD

Yes! That includes me.

70-80% of the people in this country are mad.

Other 20-30% who also are not completely sane, their madness is at the surface, nit deep rooted.

That’s why we no dey look Uche face, because uche is a mad person.

Majority of those in that 30% range are children. who got their insanity by environmental influence.

Nobody told them not to look at Uche’s face.

Uche being a drunk Father, who comes home late at night, waking up the kids with his loud noise, making them believe it’s morning.

When their mum cautions him, he remembers his dream of becoming Muhammed Ali, he becomes the great boxer once again.

 

A mother who brings another man to her room when daddy isn’t around. He comes out of the room filled with sweat like it was raining only in mum’s room.

Heads straight to the bathroom  just like Dad does.

Mum comes out with a wrapper, covering her naked body, she says respect your uncle and call him daddy, that’s the proper training.

Making the Kids believe no bastard kids, only bastard dads.

Dad comes back and the kids say”Daddy, small daddy came or big daddy came”. Mum quickly comes in,”it’s uncle Johnbull. your friend.Your kids are just very respectful”. In her mind”You fool!”.

 

A teacher that beats her students for no reason. Actually for a reason, each of them pay forty five thousand naira but she gets paid eight thousand Naira per month.

An aunty who’s meant to baby sit, only to always play with the little boy’s genital or an uncle putting his fingers in the little girl’s private part. She grew up not knowing it’s private, turns it into a public enterprise. Making money and enjoying the fun which has become second to mother tongue.

This young kids grow up confused because what schools and religious institutions teach them is different from what they see around.

Every adult rebukes them for responding to their environmental stimulant.

“All this peer pressure making you take drugs will someday run you mental”. They look around, seeing no good mentor, not even in their family and you tell him not to take a cigarette when he loves the mentol.

 

Students pay for four years, sometimes more for a single exam to get them to the University. Stay there for years only to be failed for a course they were thought nothing on. No purpose or values thought in our schools, students wake up each day wondering. Someone who has tagged himself number one in this wonder world promises them courage,respect and protection.”This country is so Mad it can’t give you all this gifts am giving you”. Take this colour, this  name and this gun, go in to the streets and start thundering.

So many years wasted, he became a man and she a woman. In confussion and recklessness he gets her pregnant and a family is started in the same wondering circle.

Years passes in this hardship then he tells her “i want out in this relationship, am leaving you and your bastard child. I now vividly remember i used a gold circle”. No parents to buy this kid a bicycle , so he steals from family and friends, saves enough to buy one. He had no shoes growing up. No! he wasn’t going to cele church, he wore no white garments. He grew up and worked himself top of the Government. He got himself cars, jets the same way he got his bicycle.

 

If you’re from this country, you should already know the name. For those of you who don’t have a clue, green white green is MAD!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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