CEM REPORT | The winds have settled for a PhD in hostility because the majority of our most loyal allies; the windbreaks are no more with us, the trees that managed to survive the invasion have lost their dancing skills to sadness, the rains are drenching us with bellicose furiousity, the opportunist called raging storm seized the stage to mock the seas for their philanthropic gestures to us all through the years.
The scorned seas could not help but roar and ascend in dreadful heights as they lick their wounds and mourn the death of their aquatic loved ones while their cousins feel too disgraced and moody to display their flowing elegance. Who will impress the survivors in the aquatic world?
In the thickness of our confusion, we cannot allow the soul-healing memories of our intimacy with Nature to be sacrificed on the altar of oblivion. We remember how all was like paradise; when our forest had beauty and virtues domiciled at her bosom. The times we skived off the sight of wild beasts into a hiding place and watched the Lion do its kill. When we took sacred risks in the face of danger by delving into the thick greens to show our hunting prowess.
It was a culture we held in deep admiration; so celebrating the most successful hunters was never out of place. The eligible could move mountains if necessary just to partake in the adventure to emerge the best. Attaining such a feat in hunting came with status lifting rewards from the high and mighty. Winners got gift ranging from lands, chieftaincy, virgin maids and on very special occasions the hand of a Princess in marriage. Please pray for Rural Nigeria!
Our nights have lost the colour of fun. We no longer gather under the brilliance of the moonlight alongside stars parading themselves on the runways of heaven while we told stories of ancient heroes and concurrently enjoy the taste of our game. Regretfully, it is a deep pain to remember the sound of our indigenous drums are no more here to usher us to our ancestral dreamland as we hit the hay in the motherly arms of Rural Nigeria.
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Reunite us with Nature! Bring back the sound of our indigenous drums! We love the sound just the way it sounds. Restore the beauty of our natural inheritance! What we owe Nature is gratitude and loyalty, to say thank you for the enviable bond between the green smiles of Nature and the charming rays of the sun that constantly conspire at optimum capacity to deliver divine providence.
Can you not see we are starving without an alliance with Nature? Is it still a question of who we are? Are you still doubting whose voice it is?
We are Rural Nigeria!
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Hmmm very enlightening
Honestly, I miss the sound of the chirping birds at night, the tales by moonlight in the villages and children listening with rapt attention enjoying the serenity of the evening. What happened to us, copying the Western style of living?
This is great. So lovely. Keep up d good work