Red Christmas

25 Dec

Mama Pat woke up at 5am today, she had barely slept during the night. It was christmas morning and she felt a bit of unease. Maybe she ought to ask Pat to double-check that their troublesome chicken hadn’t escaped yet again. She had a feeling Bro Andrew had given them the worst in his poultry. That chicken had better be sweet she muttered to herself. She struggled out of bed, feeling uneasy again. Chineke God, the last time she had felt like this, she had burnt Ogbuefi’s soup and there had been trouble in the land. She entered the kitchen and lit the stove preparing for the hours of cooking that usually preceded the festivities then it occurred to her that this christmas was a sunday. She hadn’t bought that new george because Mama Ada made it so expensive saying it was due to the soon to be removed fuel subsidy. She would manage the one she had bought for August meeting. She set about gathering her 6 children and dressing them in their very best for morning mass. She dared not wake Ogbuefi because he had come in at an ungodly hour drunk and singing ‘We winch you a marry christmas…’. Even now, his loud snores pervaded the room…

An hour later she led her excited clan out the door and down the street, hailing her next door neighbour and ignoring Mama Ada who looked quite splendid and proud like a peacock in her christmas george. After a 15minute trek they reached St. Theresa’s Catholic church. Church was full and Fada had just begun mass. It might have been a glorious service but we’ll never know because just as mass ended and people began trooping out, a bomb exploded! Killing, maiming, destroying… Painting Christmas a vivid red as screams and pools of blood drove out the Christmas cheer. . Mama Pat had just risen up to go and greet Pa Samuel, she saw limbs flying and remembered her children as she slipped into unconsciousness…

Merry Christmas people though there’s nothing merry about it. Today many lost their lives and several more were injured. Chickens forgotten, Christmas a faraway thought as they search for missing loved ones and struggle for their lives. Our president’s words were hardly comforting as Boko Haram struck again. Isn’t it time a witch-hunt was carried out and the members of this group, exposed and incarcerated? The cries of their victims have reached high unto the heavens. The sun is reddened and the earth angry at drinking so much blood. We cannot continue to bury our heads under the sand like ostriches, hoping that if we turn a blind eye to Boko Haram, they will magically disappear. Everyday they strike a little closer, kill a little more and gain a lot more power. See how eagerly they claim responsibility for heinous acts. Why do we always have names but no faces? Even if they use aliases can’t they be fished out? Can the government do nothing to stop its people from dying like chickens? We spend so much of our budget on such mundane things but if our army and police can’t put together a special anti-Boko Haram unit that works better than NEPA does, can’t we at least import them? Importing the CIA or FBI at a fee and giving them free reign to combat this menace will pay us far more than our ever-increasing rice imports.

We cannot keep on saying it will end one day and yet we make only feeble attempts as we shake our heads sadly and continue to crack our chicken bone? One day Boko Haram may decide your neighbourhood is their next target and is that when the citizens who have barely escaped with their lives will finally cry out and take to the streets in protest like those in the Lekki community turned out to fight against the toll gate fees? This cruelty and absurd, blind hatred must be stopped before it cripples our nation. Jonathan forget the fuel subsidy and the 2012 budget. You can’t govern dead people or worse, people anxiously afraid of death. National security is your primary task. Let it be said that you did one good thing, eradicate Boko Haram and trust me, despite your short-comings, we will sing your praises for years to come. They are a thorn in your side, a scourge to your governance. Rise up and fight! Obama may not be perfect but his people will always remember that he brought Osama Bin Laden down and avenged the death of their loved ones. We need you to step up, above the bureacracy, above the intrigue, above the conspiracies and fear. Be the man we voted into power. Let no cow be deemed sacred till the enemy is put away forever. Do not let holy anger cause a revolution. Nigeria doesn’t need more factions. A new terrorist group to fight Boko Haram would only mean more innocent people would be caught in the cross-fire but your people are getting dangerously close to not caring. Jungle justice cannot be the answer in 2011 or 2012 but you are fast leaving us with no other choice. Like kids in a school yard rising up against a bully, our defence is ‘They started it first!’.

For the men, women and children of different religions, tribes, occupations and ages who Boko Haram sent to an early grave, may your blood be avenged! And to those left to deal with the loss and who will forever remember December 25th 2011 with tears, may the children of those who caused you to grieve die like chickens and may anyone who has ever identified with Boko Haram curse the day he was born.

There’s never a good reason to kill another human being. Today I am thankful for the gift of life. All we ask is for one Nigeria, where muslims and christians can live peacably and worship their God without fear or prejudice. We have a right to life!

Merry christmas chutzpah family…
Love you all!

Have a holiday untainted with blood or sorrows….xoxoxo


Posted by on December 25, 2011 in Uncategorized


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3 responses to “Red Christmas

  1. Ruz

    December 25, 2011 at 4:37 pm

    The day’s merriment’s been tainted really, and sadly, president Jonathan, in spite of the sad news was more concerned about fuel subsidy as his latest facebook update indirectly suggests. These terrrorists are always a step ahead of our security agencies, killing and maiming, yet the security chiefs are kept in power and even awarded. Imagine d dozens of people who’s thot this morning was to worship God and go home to continue the merriment, but are no more, the doctors who had to be called away from their families to attend to the casualties, the emergency workers, and all. Really its a Red christmas, in what’s beginning to be a red nation. May God see us through this carnage.

  2. leonmacedon

    December 25, 2011 at 4:40 pm

    Merry Christmas to yu too

  3. ireloju

    December 25, 2011 at 5:20 pm

    See where our Bishop erred? He should have raised a special offering for the ‘witch for jesus’ organisation so xtians can set dem against d BH bombers,ish.


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