How do we live here?

MANI TY

What is literature without a society filled with diverse characters? What is humanity without lensed levity. At times, we watch them tainting us with their cheats and shitty shits. They are humble in their callosity. In expressed generosity, they step on our already tattered life, leaving us to cuddle more slums.

What has become of my nation that was birthed from a fruitful juice, bathed in the foundation of our satisfied ancestors. Now, it is being washed with the infidel hands of the unfaithful son of fathers. What is life filled with the only glory of existing?

For a while, the organism, like a blur to humanity, until beings became a subjected prey to their creations. We all wake up one day to hear a news, "quarantine, no more work, no movement", no vibes to live. A general decision for all humanity across races, regions and nations. I remember the reoccurrence fight of racism, xenophobia in south Africa, tribalism among the Turkish tribes especially against the Istanbul, even my country, Nigeria is a master of this, ethnicity deprivation, fighting against the plaited harmony, forgetting that we belong to one race, humanity. Integration quarreled with individual providence.

The fly of the object trying to overrule humans has soften our hearts, humbled our pride, rendered us reeky, this is a time many dine with fear, panic has sent some to the uncertain aftermath, the religious are concluding it is the escalated " world end" with its vices shooting, and to the rest, hoping to tame it. Maybe, we all have a will as one humanity that originated from a cause and to live for the same cause.

The beauty and explosion of an experiment, sublime artefact, pleasant craft, tint tool, appealing and a proof of craft prowess, except for the intention of it is creator, to leave mankind to her doom. What do I know? We have been shown in movies, the movies we bragged and analyzed, the movies some of us scripted from our depth, fantasia flaws, forgetting that the deep structure of a piece should always be considered, not only the surface structure.

What do I know? They have been lamenting their lies in colorful rainbows on the media. Even without asking, they answered with a ready-made flimsy solution. Again, the solution they created was lost in the arson they created. What do I know? We are not blind nor fools to their perfect imperfections, but, what can a voiceless voice do, stare and hope. The masses are not powerless, the lax is in the will to power the stream.

All of these is a plot, like a book, like the manuscripts lying lifeless in the messiah's room, but the oneness is the destination, the path to the climax. How do we live now? Where do we go when we die? How do I liberate in flawless liberty? Do we blame the 'them' for us?

Olubunmi Fatoba