A prayer for Nigeria

Lord God forgive Nigeria we pray…

For injustice against minorities,

Lord God forgive Nigeria….

For religious intolerance

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For child slavery, abuse, neglect and marriage

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For religious leader who use you

To oppress the weak, vulnerable, or ignorant

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For Biafra war

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For Dele Giwa, Ken Saro Wiwa, Bola Ige

And others whose blood spilled needlessly

Lord God forgive Nigeria….

For the Aluu 4 and countless,

Nameless others lynched senselessly

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For ritual murders,

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For valuing money over life

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For our so called leaders

who refuse to #bringbackourgirls

 #stopBokoHaram or #stopNTDs

Lord God forgive Nigeria…

For choosing death instead of life,

War instead of peace,

Intolerance instead of love,

O Lord God forgive Nigeria

and grant us the courage to do likewise!

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Praise singers

There is a new generation of praise singers that constantly sell their souls and voices to the highest bidder. They are so loved by the rich and powerful as they complement every word, idea, spewed by these people for some rice, naira, dollar, or whatever tip, privilege or opportunity that is tossed in their direction. They praise with their blogs, their songs, their dances and worship at the feet of their masters, who can do no wrong. These praise singers are spineless chameleons changing colors and teams without blinking. Curiously resilient their voices are loud and they reap the rewards of their ‘loyalty’ as they ascend to levels previously reserved for sacred cows. Once in a while, however an insane master, unmoved by the incessant adulation, crushes a praise singer, like roach. Before we can get used to the quiet another praise singer arises ululating dirges to the memory of the fallen gong.

Eko Ile

I was privileged to spend a week in Lagos Nigeria interacting with health care workers and having dialogues and training sessions on Ebola. It was eye opening. I was impressed by the knowledge base and the human capital. I am not a Lagosian, I am a real omo UI / omo owo. However, the constant dialogue, warmth and kindness made this wandering prodigal homesick. For the first time in my life, I felt the lyrics of Fela Anikulapo Kuti’s song Eko Ile. Clearly the cord that links me to the land still tugs at me. And before I could immerse myself too deeply into the past, I was on a flight back to the diaspora.