A Wait Too Long -By Anase Momoh

Seems everyone’s waiting- waiting to be heard, waiting to be led, exacting to find a safe haven. So lofty are all of these needless fuss that in the process, we grow old realizing we never really lived a life; a fulfilling one – and we soon die in the ‘waiting room’. By extension, many catalyst approach to reviving the echoes from the past, and stand up to the reality that freedom lies in our own hands has been a random talk – a regular anthem.

Hol’up! This isn’t about me alone, okay? It’s about us; you and I- Africans in diaspora. My heart bleeds each time I remember the very eye of a needle we had to go through to reach this domain; from slavery to colonialism – twas hell, real war. A series of flashpoints leave me almost hopeless, and I’m skeptical about the whole world siting to end racial inequality. The mindless tutilage and inhumane treatment the Blacks deal with over the years is so heartbreaking. Ranging from racial discrimination, stigmatization at work, restaurants, courts and even in political views. We are seen as ‘invisible’. Looks like they want our voices totally silenced.

A sharp cumulative record in the increase of death among harmless African Americans lately gets on my nerves. It’s obvious that whites counterparts really do not care about the blacks – if not all, a larger percentage don’t. How on God’s green earth did we get to these phase? I saw a video over the week and I felt so weak after the horrible sight of the murder of a 25 year old dude in the US – the rest is history. The racially motivated killing of Ahmaud Arbery had sparked the need for Justice world over, of which I’m a huge part, as the killers haven’t been prosecuted since it happened. This is not the first time, and maybe it’s not gon’ be the last. For Heaven’s sake Black lives matter, they do – we do.

For how long? How long would we remain in bruises and outright agony? How long would we watch our brothers die mysteriously in cold blood with no true justice? The exercise of putting an end to racial margin is substantial and has been diluted to sooth situations that is best described as superficial and archaic. This growing consensus in many parts of the world have not been fully entrenched into policies that would render racism null and void. It sucks.

As a teenager, who hasn’t known so much in the world, yet seen a little about neo-colonialism; a miniature of what happened years back in its real form, I feel sorry for myself, not anyone. Hey! listen, I’m not being inconsiderate here, that’s just the truth everyone needs to know. We are so blinded by the seemingly supposed ‘compassion’ we’ve benefited from in the past. Thus, willing our core enterprise(s) to be controlled by this set of inversely oriented and subtle humans, whose intention is but to exploit and take over our orientation.

What influence can we boast of? This hidden reality has haunted some of us for ages. We spend half our empirical reality- our beinghood, expecting a ‘Messiah’ who’d set us free; waiting for the ‘Comforter’ who has being charged to guide us into our world of global relevance. Really? You want to know the gospel truth? Well, there’s nobody coming to set you free- no messiah is coming for you. You do that yourself.

We’ve given out our loyalty, pledged our allegience and sold out our objectivity to the wrong people. They’ve traded our identity for copper and crude oil, and we are vulnerable to so many unwholesome stereotyped profiling.

If the graves could just open, and bring to life our projenitors who fought till death for our appositeness- who imagined a future of blacks and whites living together without disdain; only then would we realise the objectivity that no one cares anymore; it’s now a one-man duty. Fine, our present political frontiers have failed us; the question now is- Must you fail yourself too? Your family, your identity, even your future? Would you just sit and watch them taken away; watch your life being messed up?

You are gon’ wake up and determine by biological stance and prospect, the life you alone would live; because trust me, no soul is ever gon’ fix all of that for you- NONE!