I believe it is high time that those of us who claim to love Kaduna State and “our people” came together to show true love to the same people we claim to love. Nobody’s long-term interest is going to be served by the accusations and counter-accusations that are now flying all over as if that is all it takes to solve the problem that the state has once again, unfortunately found itself in.
I, personally found the statement, yesterday, by the Council of Imams both unnecessary and somewhat insensitive, just as I believe that the CAN response to it does not help matters. Now is not the time for either side to be throwing brickbats; in fact now is the time to ha
The we-are-all-in-it-together approach, I believe is a lot better than the we-vs-them method, because if we all don’t come together and nip this issue in the bud, ALL OF US may lose control of its aftermath.
After I read a posting by Reuben Buhari yesterday in which he depicted a picture of children from different tribal and religious backgrounds innocently playing and having a good time together, I found it difficult to sleep, because it evoked very powerful nostalgic memories in me; memories of those good days we were growing up with fellow kids from all over (there were no divides then); Hausas, Fulanis, Katafs, Bajjus, Jabas, Igbos, Yorubas, Christians, Muslims, Animists, name it. We loved one another, went to school together, ate together, slept in the same beds together, behaved and misbehaved together and even escorted one another to our various places of worship. I vividly recall some of us Muslim kids escorting our Christian friends to the Baptist Church on Paki Road in Tudun Wada, Kaduna and waiting for them to finish service so we could go on our escapades afterwards. And they did same to us on Fridays. Where, why, when and how did all these vanish into thin air?
I always nostalgically regale my kids with tales of the life we enjoyed with friends of different persuasions and even our relationships with each others’ parents. Yes, in those days our various parents would become so worried if one (or more) of us was not seen around that they would insist we checked one another up.
With the kinds of hate that is being spewed these days it shouldn’t be a surprise if our kids begin to doubt these kinds of tales we regale them with, of human beings living as one big, happy family of various shades and endowments. It is also difficult to understand why, after having enjoyed the type of growing up that we did, we seem bent on bequeathing to our kids an entirely different and unfortunately, negative legacy. Are we fair to them? Why don’t we make efforts to see that, beautiful as relationships were when we were coming up, our kids have an improved version? This is the way progressive societies are built and developed; by every generation improving on the efforts of its predecessors. Or are we just contented with being storytellers? Can’t we recreate our growing up type of world for our kids and their kids?
I lay no claim to any knowledge of reasons for what may be going on in our state, particularly the southern part, but I know that whatever those reasons may be, they cannot be so strong that we are prepared to mortgage our future on the alter of violence; and they cannot be so strong as to make it impossible for reasonable human beings to come together, look for and come with genuine and long lasting solutions to them.
So you and you and you and I, ALL OF US, owe ourselves, our kids, future generations and posterity a duty to make conscious and honest efforts to not only put a stop to this madness, but also change the trajectory of Kaduna State.
Government too must must rise and begin to operate above the fray. It must stop seeing or reading politics into such issues. Let us all look critically at it, taking all variables into consideration, and by being blind to prejudices and other primordial sentiments as much as possible. Our clergy too, just like government should begin to operate from a higher plane; they shouldn’t be telling us only what they think wIll be sweet music to our ears, they should tell us the truth, however bitter. Any Imam or Pastor who is afraid of swimming against the tide has no business going anywhere near the pulpit.
We better wake up