MY BLACK BRAIN BOX

I just want to pack my bag and baggage, and leave this place for good or bad or both. I am tired of waking up every morning just to count Black faces – I am sorry, did I hurt your feelings? It is all social media, a perfect place for you to attack every statement, and a possible way to grant me popularity; why am I in want of fame at all cost? C’mon, I am Black – thought you shared same vision bro. I have no dreams, I am no clone or buddy linked to Martin Luther King Jnr – let us celebrate the dreamer! Maybe he would wake up in years to come. I have no dreams, just a wish to go to America. Be it by a lorry, a cart, a cargo plane, or my legs – bother less, my skin colour will not fade, what can a black face possibly change to?

My Government is unrivalled when it comes to public purity, in fact, we can boast of a fight against corruption. The poor dies every second even faster than your heart beat; but it is cool right? Persons get to die of cholera, bullets, too much thoughts, and so on, that we might live – they survived in slums, and are buried there but their spirits did not rest. A slum is not a rosy heaven; it knows too many gnashing and tears from the impecunious. Corruption first, and development later – a promising strategy just that the episode is too long; with lazy hands have I rubbed my sleepy eyes, rich drama but cannot afford cheese balls for a mouth companion. The poor attack the poor, they get to kill each other – they want food, shelter, and fresh air. No rich man gets the bullets from a double barrel, the rich follow up the death rate of poor souls in their protected homes. Soldiers protecting them with advanced weapons? Don’t mention. It is the annual purge anarchy, a means to reducing the proles from planet Earth; a perfect way to overcome overpopulation.

Power corrupts? No, it does not – you only get enticed. I want to be a president with a difference; I want to surpass their every record. So I drop all books on BLACK STRUGGLES, and I romance my thoughts on WEALTH CUDDLES. I want to represent transparency, so what I do is tell the people my evil plans of catering for my family; sending my family to the United States for MORE THAN A VACATION. Breaking records is to build castles for my distant cousins; the people must love me cos despite my lack of care for their affairs, I was sincere and honest enough to tell them I am ruling for my stomach. It is impossible an aim – I wonder why you remind me to be a no hoper, can’t I just imagine being a ruler?

Tax imposition, it is just one way the government gets revenue – I support it. The tax burden is now intense here, many would say Christ can’t bear this particular burden or His cross should come and take lessons from the heavy duty gigantic tax the government demands from the rich and the broke – cool, the government is only maintaining equality. Is it the fat medical bills, I understand why the hospitals charge high – the rich wants an expensive health care cos the heavier the bills, the weightier the headlines. Good job hospitals, I think more focus should be in throwing the poor sick beings suffering from insomnia to every street. Doing this will make them serve as vigilante – one good way of putting them to serve their fatherland, and one sure way of reducing crime rate. Superb muse right?

If I am satisfied with all these, why the America wish? Well I am unsure about a three square meal. Here is hot, and amidst the temperate, there is hunger. The fight against corruption is at the expense of my daily bread, a good fight but a death kite – a common law for commoners, a change mantra as perfect guise. Maybe I should cry for food to the government, but then whilst serving at their tables, they choose not to order for a glass of my opinion. So give me the world map, I will go get my black shoe ready and get it shiny with my slimy sputum. I choose America, I prefer the washing of dead bodies, new born babies, or zombies in the White man’s soil… Put me in your prison America, so long as I get three meals a day. I deserve slaps from legends who once fought for a better Africa, but I am more concerned in defining knowledge as saving oneself from hunger strike and loss of life – I am no hero. So please tell my pastors I love them, I hope they resume their prayers for a better Nigeria as soon as they are done with the inter-church chaos. 

You’re probably reading this with a total grasp but humming like you just gulped a grand malt, or you struck with hysteria and oblivion not far from the loud laugh of an hyena. It is cool that you have a better way I could see things, but it is normal you are minding your business. Hello from the other side.

                                                                                                  OKOCHA OBED