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Lost Joy Of Homecoming by zikmarty: 9:22am On Feb 18, 2016 |
Diasporas living outside their home country will agree with me that there is this special unexplainable feeling we have when we return home on holidays, it is doubled especially when we have done well for ourselves far away from home and return to see that our folks back home , aren’t doing badly as well. I wished I could say so of Nigeria when I returned home for this passed year’s Christmas holiday. The hiked taxi fare of #2,000(from around #300 which it used to be) from Festac main gate to mile2 just within Lagos that greeted me, had me foaming in mouth throughout my ride in the old rickety car which had conveyed me till I got to the park where I got another shocker of my life. I was heading to warri from Lagos, I rushed to the park in a bid to book early enough so I could join the first bus leaving for warri only for me to ask cost of the fare and got a reply that had me looking at my behind thinking the ticket agent was referring to the guy standing behind me who was going to Abuja but had intentionally stood in the wrong line since the Abuja queue was moving in snail speed. “Six thousand naira from Lagos to warri?” I heard myself screaming, “na plane I dey book?” I went on, hoping other supposed travelers would join me in my protest but to my utmost surprise, I was the only soldier in my battalion holding a loaded gun. Without much ado, I shielded my sword and paid the outrageous fare of (#6,000 from #1,500) without further protest. Before we started off on our journey, I queried the manager of the bus company on the reason for the hiked fare and his reply was fuel was now scarce in the country and very costly when one managed to find some. I was surprised at the complaints of other passengers about the hiked fare during our journey; didn’t they hear me when I was protesting? Why didn’t they speak up then? It is no secret that Nigerians are known widely as a people who smile while suffering. We’ve become so accustomed to living under harsh conditions and bad governance that we now take unfair conditions like everyday normal event without making a single complain, after all, na 9ja we dey. I was happy to get home as usual; I was happy to see my friends and family after a long time but was I happy to know life has been a tale of from fry pan to fire for them since I left? Was I happy to hear that the reason I could see a constant light for a mere 2hours was because it was Christmas day and that every other day, they had to run generators nearly 24hours to go about their businesses or watch their favorite TV programs when they had return home from work? Of course not, I wasn’t. After a week at home, the cloud had begun to clear from my eyes. I had begun to see the hot tears which they had so well hidden behind their fake smiles begging to fall off from their watery eyes. whenever I went out to visit a friend or meet up with any appointment that required me to leave the comfort of my father’s little house that was located far inside a residential layout, I begun to notice the long congested stagnant traffic that formed daily in the major roads in the state as a result of the poor state of the roads which had gotten tired of begging for proper maintenance and repair since they were constructed. Whenever I tried to slide into my study to get into my writing mood, I often lost my cool as the loud snores from the generators of our tenants and other close by houses never allowed me concentrate. From dawn till dusk nearly every day, there was power outage hence the cries of generators were the alarm that woke me from my slumbers, the ringtone when I had a call, the voice on the phone when I answered my calls, the music I listened to whenever I turn on my home theatre, the voices I heard inside my head and my companion whenever I was bored. I begun to notice the reduced size of the chunk of meats that accompanied my daily meals and the less vegetables and salads that awaited me in the freezer as a result of less supply since fuel price hiked, the reason my aunt gave when she once returned from the market. “Three seeds of tomatoes is now two hundred naira” she went on to complain. Once, I nearly walked into a fight between two cults. My friend once called me from an eastern state to narrate how he had luckily escaped a stampede by pro-biafra supporters during one of their mass protests through a market. I could not visit my friends or even go out on business appointments without having to think of the outrageous long tight traffic jams I would have to endure as a result of the poor state of the roads. I could not afford to consume my favorite vegetables and salads in the right quantity and as frequent as I once enjoyed them without my conscience judging me or even try to buy them without letting myself listen to the usual incessant complains of the traders about how their transport fares to the farms had sky rocketed hence the reason vegetables are now costly. I could not walk out of the safety of my father’s house without having to call my friends living outside of my area to ask them of the security situations in their areas before I visited, for fear of being cut up in middle of cult fights, mass protests or any mishap. I could not watch my favorite TV programs or even enjoy a quiet time at home without having to listen to the incessant blaring sounds of generators as a result of the constant light outs. In no time, I had begun to get tired of home. I had lost the joy and excitement I had before I had returned home for the holiday. I soon started to beg minutes to become hours, hours to become days and days to become weeks so my holiday can be over so I could run away from the home I had so much missed but have to run away from as a result of the many unfavorable conditions that had constantly soured my stay. www.kizorita.com/2016/02/lost-joy-of-homecoming.html?m=1 2 Likes 3 Shares |
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