If I were Igbo, I would never stay silent and watch how a few fraudsters make a mockery of an entire region. It is so bad that highly respected doctors, engineers, professors from my region have no say and are being dictated to by hooligans, thugs, militants and irredentists. I would die inside every day, perplexed at what my people have become and the destination they are headed for.
How can a people well known worldwide in the 70's and 80's for their bravery, entrepreneurial and enterprising skills suddenly become one that anyone can take for a ride. It is sad and pitiful. We have now become home for every opportunist who comes with whatever gullible mantra knowing that my people have become a flock whom you can easily deceive and manipulate.
How can a land full of intellectual minds be getting orders from school dropouts and street miscreants with no one raising an eyebrow. I can confidently say that the IPOB sit-at-home order which was adjudged to be a success, over 70% complied out of fear and nothing else. For how can you preach freedom to me and yet oppress me even before getting that freedom. I have seen where those who preach freedom and paradise in the name of Biafra tell another Igbo who says he doesn't believe Biafra is the solution that he or she would be killed once Biafra is achieved. I see it, you see it, we all see it, yet we remain silent. I often ask why?
If only I were Igbo, the heavens know I would speak out against the intimidation, the lies and the hypocrisy. For I would prove to my people to go down to the North, visit the West and see how our people are owning entire markets, streets and even communities, buying lands and erecting buildings in areas they claim and tell us aren't welcoming. So many parts in the North and West are named after my people. All these gestures are those we don't reciprocate at home.
My people have become exploiters, trying to exploit and outdo themselves all in the name of money. A people who now wear a very disturbing label. A label that says 'Ego kacha di mkpa na ndu anyi, anyi achoghi ma ebe o si bia ma o bu otu e si e nwete ya' (money is all that matters no matter the means where it is coming from). A people that in the time of our forefathers, if a young boy(Emeka) comes back from the village square fight with a bush meat and he wasn't the champion of the fight, his parents would beat him and ask to know how he came about such. Now if Emeka that was just a sales boy yesterday brings home an Hummer jeep, it is the blessings of Chukwu Abiama. We have so mocked God that we are no longer accountable.
For if only I were Igbo, I would embark on a rediscovery of my great tribe and people. A people so blessed but treading a path into oblivion. I would find fearless men and women who would stand up to reposition my people in the project to make Nigeria better. To restructure a nation that the societal problems isn't affecting and improvising only the Igbos but all other tribes. I would refuse to make my people play ignorantly the victim card and unfounded claims of marginalization. Nor would I watch as some players use that avenue to selfishly enrich themselves and turn themselves to lords over a tribe whose renowned independence is ridiculed daily.
So today they say we are Jews, if tomorrow they say we are descendants of Osama Bin Laden, it is so bad right now that many of my people would gullibly follow and become children of Bin Laden because some crazy people say so. If only I were Igbo, but I am not Igbo. However, I am Nigerian and I love my Igbo brothers and sisters and would not compromising on the bitter truth.
My name is MICHAEL ILORI, and I just want to make logical sense.
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