Friday 24 July 2015

#Fireflies from Azare

They watched him as he ate..grudging him every mouthful he took. Hungry eyes traced the path of each morsel as it began its descent down his gullet. They waited patiently as he gorged while they starved..they knew their time would soon come..and it did.
Sidi nugded his companion to combat readiness as he anticipated their target's next move..Bingo!

As the man rose to wash his hands by the tap near the bukateria,he dashed for the remains of the meal while his accomplice blocked their fellow comrades from snatching their prize. They made away with their loot as the curses of the man who apparently hadn't finished his meal rang in their ears. Another meal another day for the fireflies of Azare..

Sidi and Mika both hailed from the  village of Azare. Released by their parents into the custody of a Scholar/Guardian along with other young boys of their age. They roamed the streets of Kano foraging for food and bringing any valuable they acquired to their Mallam who sold them and shared the proceeds as he deemed fit. He was their teacher, protector and benefactor. He was God to them.

They learnt very quickly that the world had no place for them and that begging was the world's most difficult profession. People had become cold and distrustful. To survive in this world, you had to make do with whatever you could find..or steal. Love was a word that only existed in theory but violence was a language easily understood. Their education was coming along nicely. The fireflies would soon become dragons.



Due to their resourcefulness and intelligence, Sidi and Mika naturally became favorites of their mallam. He would send them on missions and they always returned victorious..until he finally turned their thoughts to murder. Mallam told them there was a certain cleric in the town who had become a thorn in the flesh. He looked them in the eye and told them to do the necessary. Sidi was the natural leader and took to violence like a fish to water. Mika on the other hand was a bit retrospective and given to much reading.

The duo undertook the infamous mission and succeeded but tripped an alarm on their way out. Sidi managed to escape but Mika was not that fortunate. Beaten within an inch of his life and left to rot in jail, all seemed over for him. But for some strange reason, the brother of the cleric who was murdered took an interest in him and paid him regular visits in prison. By divine providence, Mika was released from prison and started a new life under the tutelage of his new benefactor. Mika soon grew to be a mallam himself with children entrusted to his care. The firefly had become the Phoenix; the bird that rose from the ashes of its own cremation.

One day, Mika took the train from Kano to Maiduguri on a scholarly mission. Aboard the train, he noticed a face that was vaguely familiar. He almost jumped out of his skin! It was Sidi! Same watchful eyes! Same devil-may-care grin! It was Sidi all right. They embraced and started to catch up on old times. At a point,Sidi motioned him to an empty coach and revealed his true reason for boarding the train. He was on a suicide mission to Maiduguri wt explosives strapped to his chest..Mika was horrified! The firefly had become a dragon

Eye-witness accounts said they heard sounds of fighting in a nearby coach and hurried to behold a strange spectacle. Two men were locked in a death-grip as in a grotesque dance and as they swayed together, each step brought them closer to the edge of the train..one of them was obviously trying to free himself while the other held on with tears streaming down his cheek..he managed to tip his companion over and they both fell out of the train and tumbled down the ridge. A moment later, they heard a loud explosion..the human-bomb had exploded.Their bodies were never found.The fireflies had come home.

#Boomsha

#The Joy of Sleepwalking

The day the world went mad..we were fast asleep..all tucked beneath the sheets. We were totally unaware of what was about to happen to us..to our world as we knew it. Our lives were about to change dramatically and irreversibly. They called it a national crisis but the aftermath had spilled over into neighbouring countries and even overseas. So many lives would never be the same again after that night..some folk called it a disaster..but for others it was their salvation.

You see, it all started with a project initiated by the Nigerian Scientific Research Institute (NSRI). Recent findings as to the cause of insomnia and sleeplessness amongst nigerians had galvanized our dear scientists to device a special frequency signal which when beamed via satellite to a mobile phone could lull the user's brain to sleep without the use of drugs. It seemed the perfect cure for insomnia. And after successful trial runs on animals,the ambitious men of the Institute were ready to begin human testing. However, there was something they overlooked; the subconscious mind.The human mind is like an iceberg..the conscious mind is just the most obvious part of it..the subconscious part of the mind is submerged and much more powerful..and when the tip of an iceberg is cut off,the submerged part rises to the surface..

The plan was to transmit the special frequency via satellite to the  mobile phones of the test subjects but due to a technical hitch, the frequency was re-routed  via the usual communication channels used by our commercial telecommunication firms. As a result, the signal was beamed to the cellphones of every mobile user in Nigeria. Apart from the usual inconvenience of security operatives sleeping on duty and people snoozing on their night shifts, a far more serious consequence erupted..

When the special frequency hit the brain, it lulled the conscious part of our brain to shut down,freeing the subconscious mind to rise to the surface. By natural selection, our most predominant thoughts rose to the fore and the brain acted upon them without concious thot..The human body in turn responded to the signals sent to it by the brain and moved of its own accord..The NSRI had set off a human A-Bomb!



And so it started..a whole nation of sleepwalkers acting on their most dominant thoughts. The things people had nursed in their minds for a long time and given the most thought but never acted upon were being expressed. Bodies in motion..people moving with a sense of urgency about them..barely 2 am in the morning and the highways were already packed with moving vehicles and pedestrians. Where was everybody rushing to? Where we really desired to, of course..The joy of sleepwalking!

Everybody acting upon thoughts they had brooded upon and buried in their subconcious. For some, they had entertained thoughts of murder and vice! The carnage could only be better imagined..people killing their neighbours.. Shops getting looted..properties destroyed..chaos everywhere..For some their predominant thoughts bordered on romance..Many a spouse woke up the next morning to discover their better-halfs had disappeared into the night to be with their lovers..

Even the clubs were not left out in the windfall..obviously most people never really got over the weekend. The discothèques were packed and so were the motels..young people hooking up and sampling the forbidden fruit..it was a time to realize your fantasies,you see.
Well,to be fair..it wasn't all rioting and debauchery that night..there were some good developments too. Some families still woke up in each others' arms and many a boss arrived work to find the resignation letters of workers who had finally quit and started their own businesses.Feuding parties re-concilled and prodigal sons came home. It wasn't so bad tho..The joy of sleepwalking

Funny tho..the places of worship..they remained mostly empty that wonderful night. No crowd of sleepwalkers filled the pews or thronged the altars to say their prayers. I guess we all had other things on our minds that night. And the awkward thing was..we could no longer pretend about the things that really mattered to us anymore..they were obvious..God is not mocked. We all avoided the preacher's gaze when he came visiting..until we found out he hadn't been in church either that night..The joy of sleepwalking

#Boomsha

P.S
If you had been there when it happened, where do you think you would have found yourself the next morning?

Friday 3 July 2015

#A drug called Happiness

#A drug called Happiness

Have you ever done drugs before? You know, i mean..just a little tiny scoop of that highly prohibited extra-terrestrial stuff? Whooosh! depending on the grade of what you took, the buzz could last for hours..days sef, some say. That's an experience you never forget in a lifetime..that is,if you ever survive it. Well, if you havnt done drugs before, you are better off..
but hey..u know what? You aren't really any different. The awful truth
is..We are all junkies!..and regardless of where you get your supply from..the high never lasts forever.. we all need a new fix from time to time..

We are Junkies all right..hooked on a drug called Happiness..That's the
holy grail right there!..The constitution guarantees us the right to life,liberty and the pursuit of happiness..so we chase it! For all its worth. Dont we all want to be happy? Of course we do..that's all we want! Every single human being on the planet! Deep down inside..all our efforts and achievements are frenzied effforts to grasp at happiness..the most powerful drug in the world.Our definitions and perceptions of what happiness is may differ from person to person..but in whatever form we
encase it..its still the same at the end..we all wanna get high off that
happiness drug..

But just like any other drug..happiness never lasts long enough. Its there one moment and gone the next. Happiness is an unfaithful mistress..a fickle
fan..a fair-weather friend..but the option of living without it is
unbearable. Who wants an unhappy life? Not me,certainly. So we chase it again..never getting enough of it to last us through the day..we always need a new fix! So along come the drug dealers..the happiness merchants..who make a killing off our addiction..selling products that offer a promise of lasting happiness..on the mass media..on the streets..in your homes, offices and even places of worship..



They mold our perception of what happiness means and convince us to get a quick fix for our happiness-addiction..they offer us happiness-pills in the guise of fashion, technology,education,politics,luxury items,entertainment and religion..yes,religion..they all promise happiness in their own
ways..but these sources never live up to their manifestoes (pardon the
pun)..we acquire..we achieve..we party..we worship..and we are happy..but only for a season..then its right back to reality.

Our desperate search often leads us down the path of romance..its a small wonder songs and movies about love sell the highest..it holds the most insincere promise of happiness..and we buy into the myth of "falling in love and living happily ever after"..but here again we are disappointed..love also brings its own share of troubles..there is no such
thing as "happily ever after"..Love is hardwork..and not the bed of roses
we were made to believe it was..so where do we run to?

Well, we must realize that happiness was never meant to last for more than a spell..it can hardly sustain itself, talk more a human being. Its only a drug,my friend. Go beyond the drug and find the source..then you will never need to get a new fix again. Wise up, Papi..God created happiness and gave man the capacity to reach for it and enjoy it..but not to be sustained by it. God is the true source of happiness and heaven is a moment of happiness multiplied by infinity and taken to the depths of infinity. Be smart,o jare! Dump the drug and go to the source.

#Boomsha

P.S
Boomsha Anthem by Rapsodee drops next weekend! Get ready to download and
sing along!

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