Bukky said that the federal government of Nigeria was making a great mistake by the removal of subsidy and she has turned her twitter account to a town hall meeting. She has quite a large following and she is planning to stage a protest.
I do not share her opinion. I rarely share an opinion with her. We are twins, born two minutes apart. But in character, we are two galaxies apart. While she loves bright colors, is extroverted and loves philosophical debates, I am more conservative and fascinated with arts.
I watch her talking animatedly with Lanre and Dele about the corruption in the system and the hypocritical stance of the political class, who prescribe a bitter pill for the country without swallowing their own prescription.
“How can the ruling class be living lavishly and luxuriously and then demand sacrifice from the masses? The senators buy new cars whose costs triples the market prices, and collect mind boggling allowances, which despite the recession they have refused to cut down despite cries from the citizens; the president spends billions in feeding, buying cars and maintaining fleets of jets, yet he says he understands the hardship of Nigerians. In which world? What does he know of blackouts, and queues at filling stations, and hunger? “
Lanre says something about spiritual discernment and everybody laughs. There was silence, sudden, and abrupt, the type that we said meant an Angel was passing by.
In the silence, snippets of a preaching from a church service holding in the church two buildings away wafts in through the open window, from speakers blaring too loudly for the church size. It was encouraging the members to not be distressed about the hike in petrol price, that as long as they believed in God, He will provide the means to afford it.
“Now that is another problem we have in this country” it is Bukky again, her voice rising a notch as she paces the living room, and then stopping in front of the window overlooking the fence, from which the top of the church building could be seen.
She points in the direction of the church and turns to face us, her audience “We always hide behind religion and take crap from the government. Even the religious leaders are complicit, after all, these leaders go to consult with them. Rather than condemn the immorality of the government and guide the politicians to walk the right path, they spew halfhearted litanies and prophecies. It is like applying petroleum jelly to an infected wound.”
I want to counter her arguments, to tell her that in times of trouble, when the system of men has failed, and there seems to be no hope, that the only one to turn to is God. And, that is the crux of the message of the preacher. His job and calling is to point man to God, not attack corrupt politicians and as far as I see it, that is what he, and others are doing. I do not talk however, I am content to just sit and watch her.
It is almost 8pm, I note as I glance at the wall clock and settle comfortably on the sofa; ‘East meets West’ is about to start on Zee World.