On that miserable night on Tuesday, 25th
of February, 2014 at the FGC Buni Yadi in
Yobe, 59 boys went to bed only to wake up in
eternity. Their offence? They were the turf where
two elephants fought. Unfortunately, the elephant that was supposed to protect
them suffered mental arthritis, lacking the clairvoyance to preempt
misfortunes. Consequently, at that spring season
of their lives when the quest for meaning gathers momentum, they
met an abrupt confiscation. If they were like boys of
their age I meet often in Lagos, they may have spent the
night gusting about the lofty dreams for the future,
about becoming another Zuckerberg, Bruno Mars or Ronaldo. Part
of their convo would be the hope of finishing high school,
taking up a University degree and carving a niche
in a highly competitive world of varieties. Those dreams
are gone now. They have become like a vapor in the mist of time. How
disheartening!
Obviously,
they may not have voted in any election but
how would they have known that
a pan-Nigerian sympathy vote for one guy with a
touching story of grass to grace would, in a way, affect their
being. Believing the story of a boy resembling that of
a southern version of Almajiri's rise to power became
the beginning of the strife traceable to what further
hastened their transition to the great beyond.
If
there is anything those boys had in abundance, it was the courage to be
devoured with a passion for intellectual exploits. The bombs
that rocked the northeast couldn't disrupt the intoxicating blues from
the pursuit of excellence. The cynical ones out of them may have
raised security concerns as other optimistic colleagues
dissuade such fears with the soothing rhymes coming the captain
of the city himself. His brags about a two months victory timeline
would have deepened the trust they had in the power custodian. But
they were wrong, and their families too. Some of us who thought things would
have gotten better saw our folly at the end. We were wrong about him, as
well.
If
we had leaders not looters, we could have averted such tragedy. It is a
big one that would hover around those who swore to protect the Nigerian
child for a long while. To add insult to injury, while the
families mourned, they partied! At a time we thought
they had lost their humanity. Not until a grandmother got
kidnapped, and the entire country stood still because
her 'blood' is in government. Daughter lost her
decorum, all the Harvard Management Training couldn't prevent her restlessness.
So even the wicked knows what pain it is to lose a loved
one yet trivialise the abduction of over 200 school girls?
This
election is about the future. If the ambition is not worth the blood of any
Nigerian why then are we hell bent on keeping
everlastingly at power when it is glaring that we have
lost goodwill? Folks, since the blood of any Nigerian
is not worth the ambition of any political
leader then let your
vote avert "BuniYadi type “tragedies.”

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