ON SUICIDE: The New Nigerian Stage Play

*ON SUICIDE: The New Nigerian Stage Play*

My friend and Radio brother, Tosin wrote about Suicide and its increasing rate. I had been silent on this issue but I have to make this clear because it’s disturbing.

Refresh your Home page on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and major blogs in Nigeria, you would have your eyes fed with sad tales of suicide and post-suicide victims. While still grappling with why they took their own lives, your eyes will also be decorated with the suicide notes they left behind, some in fine writings at that.

Even though Popular Culture and Media, and its social nuances have brought us closer to the world and the idea of the Post-Modern (or if you so wish) your own idea of being Modern in a Post-traumatic Nigerian State, I find it erratic, yet heart-smelting to say that Suicide amongst Nigerian youth is a product of what we consume online and the Nigerian dystopia is enough inspiration to buy a rope or ‘Sniper’.

In the whole of last year, and with the gory statistics of those who had committed suicide this year, the blame had allegedly been pinned to Buhari’s harsh regime. I find this as a shift-blame/blame-shift mechanism.

Sadly, we are trapped in a nation where there are hardly National Rehabilitation Centres or even Forensic teams who would look into the issues and cases of suicides. Don’t be forced to ‘replace your tea with water’ when you discover that in the real sense of it, only 40% of the Suicide cases might actually be true. What if serial killers are out there strategically killing their victims then staging their death scenes and the actual death as a ‘suicide’?

I confidently put it to you that Suicide is a serious issue, that which the right persons are not paying attention to. Your President is in Saudi Arabia at the moment, I don’t think it concerns him (Maybe, when he returns from his 35th ‘Ajala’ excursion)

Suicide is not the way but can be the way to those who are having the thought(s) of it. Let’s help our friends, families and colleagues. Talk to people, monitor (sudden/irrational) changes in behaviours and what have you. Show love.

We have work to do.
God will not stop you from killing yourself; He has given us Choice already. Be guided.

NB: If the government comes for me after this post, don’t be sober, be glad truth prevailed.


The Tale of the Broken Bird

The Tale of the Broken Bird

Truly, yet defiantly the theme
Of your nest was soaked in lettered
mystery and changing tunes.
This is the tale of the broken bird:
Taken, measured, crested with
fetters that left marked closets.
But, I imagine the clustered
Feathers where everything marked
simulating similitude.
What if we didn’t make wings
On the floored petals?
What if we didn’t make home
On the flawed petals?
What if I rather call the way,
Will you unbreak our elevations?
Will they hold your mistaken flights?
Replace it with wild touches,
greasy pecks, tumultuous chirps
Which finally ushers (one, if not all) of us in(to) brokenness.

If your lip falls, pick your eyes,
If going becomes loitering,
Light the nest, next to freedom.
But, you know our birds will
Sing our tale, of brokenness, mental fullness,
trembling jarringness
Of soaring, to maybe
inside from outside,
Meaningless shaped-still clouds,
Of greasy pecks, the tale
of the broken bird.

This Poem is Inspired by a track from Ambient’s Relax music genre, Groundfold’s “The Tale of the Broken Bird”

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