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The Two Sides

"Just another  menace to the society that has come to occupy its rightful place in the life of every Nigerian. One that the 'gods' cannot prevent". This is the blind  perspective from which many of us have looked at Boko Haram. I deliberately chose to term it a blind perspective and  not myopic because a person with myopia can see but a blind man can not.
   It is unfair for any man to see the activities of these masked faces simply as an offspring of fate. It is not uncommon however to find intellectually crippled minds condemning every sad occurence to fate. Why? It is because they can not think beyond their noses for in fact, they can not think as far as their noses for that is too much exercise. Their short and disarranged eyelashes mark the apex point of reason for them.
   Among those who follow this thought pattern, it is common to find those who have their hearts as tough as Idanre. Emotion to them is alien and empathy like salt to the worm is incompatible with their reasoning. This is why dead bodies now look like grains of sand; common and normal.
    However, for those of us who still maintain our 'human' form, we realise that every corpse among a million is worth nothing less than the life of a President. The fact that a body is mutilated or burnt beyond recognition does not take an iota of prestige away from it. They may be dead or insignificant to a number of people, they may represent figures to the press but honestly, the roles they have played and will continue to play in the lives of their loved ones even in death can not be played by another.
So please I beg you, never ever undermine the situation. If we can not provide a solution to this worm eating the nation, we should at least feel the pain of others. Empathize with them and give them hope :) .

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