I live in a country blessed by God…

Yet, forsaken by all of its inhabitants…

Who think change begins from the Rock, called Aso and not from within us…

Who point fingers of accusation to all except himself or herself…

In this land there are no citizens, there are only survivalists…

There are no jungles, in human history, which boast of citizenship except in the Third World Africa for in the jungle there are only the predator and the prey and not citizens…

The jungle vision is ‘everyone to himself and God for us all’ and the mission is ‘survival of the fittest’ and the leading core value is mutual denial and deception…

This is the land you were born and live in and yet you do not know its nature…

Or you live in denial of it…

Where noise, borne out of anger is our greatest expression of social change…

Therefore, we agonise but we never organise…

Where opportunism is the unsung soundtrack of many personal agendas, cloned social interventions…

Where our social sight is deemed and we are rob ourselves, vigilance, the price of liberty…

Where the historically built tricycle of social warfare runs on one weak leg of convenient propaganda, having been decapitated of its two main legs, intelligence-strategy-tactics and on-the-ground battle engagement…

Where frustration is written on the core heart of many, yet hope is given wide expression on the surface that is not beyond the face…

Where rat race, with its dividend of ‘living-from-hand-to-mouth’ share common meaning with career pursuit in the Third World customised dictionary of dignity of labour…

Where we call on God to do for us what He already empowered us to do before the world began…

Where religion has become the opium, anaesthesia which numbs the pain when we are put through the surgery of social robbery…

Where we look abroad, named international community for all of our salvation, without considering that free launch is yet to exist even in Freetown, just released from the firm grip of Ebola…

Where the best expression of public will is to bring out our thumbs, mostly uninformed, once in four years with a premature shout of uhuru as we lay down vigilance at the door steps of social naivety…

It is now 3.22 AM, my time, I mean Nigerian time, no, not your African time, I am about to put to sleep my generator, who is now overworked since it took over this shift from its fellow colleague, not PHCN, another generator and my family and I will sweat it through the rest of the night…

Do you ask me why? Are you not an inhabitant of this space? Are you not aware of the face-off between the predators of the land and the butchers of its oil, christened, marketers, which leaves the preys trekking from all corners of the land to see the newly elected man in the exalted city of Abuja? Though, the man has been receiving them…I am not sure he is receiving their message that self-imposed suffering is an expression solidarity in the jungle…

Please, I will not allow this argument to rob me the rest of my fuel…It is rationed with a written time-table and the generators already sounded a note of warning. I understand its frustration because by our time-table, the generator should have been put to sleep by 12 midnight for it is likely to resume work by 5.30am, giving it at least 5 hours sleep as recommended by sleep doctors as the minimum an overworked adult should sleep.

Permit me to say to you fellow inhabitants that our souls is the soul of our nation and our destiny is in our hands and until we decide to actually put our collective destiny in our hands, under God, the saga continues and sadly our children already smell it…

Oh my God!!! The generators just went off on its own…You see, writing this whole piece is a distraction after all…A distraction to the family commonwealth of rationed fuel…Is this a cost or curse to the cause of nation building? I doubt o! And even if it is, what do I explain to my wife in the morning? Hmmm, that I used our treasure to write this lamentation, for which no one will surely pay me or may not even read?…Lord, I pray against family tensions…Please join me in earnestly prayer o…I beg you…I hope our prayers will assuage the impact of my downright foolishness before my ‘darlingly’ gentle and understanding wife…

I am Taiwo Akinlami and I am sober about this now that my cruse of oil just failed…Sorry, my cruse of gold is just spent and I have a lot of explanations to make to the family…

Well, in all things, I am enjoined to give thanks…That is the only reason I can wish you an INSPIRED morning now…Do have an INSPIRED day.