What a day! I had looked forward to this day of my birth October 21. A couple of days ago l had planned that today I would sit down in my house with a handful of associates and discuss about the current agitation for a better Nigeria and pray that the real change would be achieved.
As a patriot nurtured in the activist, revolutionary fervour of the Great University of Ife, I fully embraced the #EndSARS protest.
But I did not envisage the booming of guns that rented the airyesterday, living in its wake liveless, wounded and maimed youths. I remember Ayi Kwei Armah’s The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born, I remember Ngugi Wa Thiongo’s Weep Not Child, I remember our own WS the Nobel Laureate’s The Man Died.
I remember Kunle Adepeju who was felled needlessly by a hapless trigger-happy monster at the University of Ibadan during a protest by harmless students. That was
This is 2020!
Are we learning?
Are we growing at 60?
Must we use live bullets to control protests. Where is the supremacy of our constitution? What does Chapter IV of our constitution mean to these killers? I grieve for the lost dear souls, I commiserate with their families.
I wish the injured quick recovery. Cry the beloved country.