Internet has brought along many
advantages and one of it is the fact that the world no longer looks big. The
world is already a village where everyone lives apart but communicates in
nanoseconds. Facebook, Instagram, WhatsApp and even Satellite Television have
made it possible to connect to people real-time online. The barrier is broken.
Happenings and events around the world affects us all now.
In a nutshell, all sensational
news is another reason to birth writers and orators. Everyone is a genius in
their own right. Since there is a free platform, everyone wants to outshine the
other in the race of opinion. It’s becoming an unhealthy competition.
In just two days, I have seen
over 30 updates from people who claimed to have been depressed at one point in
time. Everyone is suddenly a master at treating depression and mental
instability. Speak out is the new chorus. From the end of the street to the
other, from Facebook to Twitter, I have seen over a thousand “Speak Out” updates
and I ask, are we still living in this clime? Speak out to whom?
In less than 48 hours, some
people have seen reasons to drag this administration through the mud just
because a precious life was wasted. Oh, it’s recession. It’s this, it’s that.
Buhari is evil. They say, sometimes, when the foolish keep quiet in the
gathering of the wise, he will be mistaken for a wise man. If you have no
facts, don’t spread fallacies. It shows the world how shallow you are
When I was in Primary school, a teacher, committed suicide by slitting her own throat and as little as I was, I still
remember a jovial, wealthy, married and pretty woman. It was her third
attempt and she succeeded. Later, sketchy news came that she was barren and
married to a popular wealthy man. She was battling depression for long and she
couldn’t take it anymore. Depression and suicide is as old as the Jewish
calendar just like racism in America but the difference is there is camera to
capture a racist event in 2017.
And the association of speak out
and talk to me, are making it hard for depressed people to speak out. It’s unfortunate
that social media is full of decay coated in glitters and shimmers. We have not
progressed to a level where we can digitally detect a lying post so we can
thread with caution.
You, the Business Manager of a financial
institution who gave out the names of your subordinates you considered a threat
and watched them get sacked for absolutely no offence committed. They were
diligent, they met their targets, they had fantastic appraisals but because you
have the power to nominate someone, you picked your threat and threw her to the
sharks. In her tears, you spoke to her softly promising to see what you can do
yet rejoicing in her downfall. You have the audacity to come online to tell a
depressed soul to speak out to you? The poor lady, whose job you took away and
threw into uncertainty, whose life you rearranged and gave insomnia because she
has devoted all her life working for the same organization, she is dejected and
downcast with no hope for where her house rents or her kids school fees is
coming from and you say someone should TALK TO YOU?
Hello madam lioness, vomiting fire and brimstone. On social media, people can’t comment on your post. No, they dare not make a simple joke. All sarcasm is lost on you. You are quick to tear and break. Condescending and arrogantly abusing people yet telling them to OPEN UP TO YOU. Who dare? You can’t hold a cane and tell a crying child to come closer. It’s impossible.
Hello madam lioness, vomiting fire and brimstone. On social media, people can’t comment on your post. No, they dare not make a simple joke. All sarcasm is lost on you. You are quick to tear and break. Condescending and arrogantly abusing people yet telling them to OPEN UP TO YOU. Who dare? You can’t hold a cane and tell a crying child to come closer. It’s impossible.
The volcanic boss, full of
derogatory and debasing remarks. All your subordinates are afraid of you. You
are the reason why someone is taking sleeping pills every day. You are rude and
uncouth. You abuse people without having regard for their humanity. You are the
F.E.A.R that lives in people. You are the reason why people are resigning. You
have brought men to their knees and gave tears to a shaky soul. You see no good
in your staff, always complaining and pulling them down. You too, you have the
audacity to tell someone to OPEN UP? You, the reason why someone will still
commit suicide in the nearest future? You are acting all loving on social
media.
The almighty mother-in-law. You
are dreaded by all your son’s wives. Your name rings fear. You are the one who
decides the fates of another human. You decide how long a woman stays with your
son. The rule is clear. They must worship you. The chocomilo mother-in-law. Good
day ma. You too, who have made life so unbearable for your son-in-law to the extent
that you went to pack your daughter loads from his house while raining curses
on him. You want people to talk to you? You, the reason why another man/woman
is slipping into the state of depression. You have suddenly become a listening
ear telling all and sundry to come and talk to you
Slay Sister. Sister-in-law of
life. Pepperdemgang. Scatter dem, Dem dey craze, gangster leader. You also want
people to talk to you? You have suddenly become a preacher. You, that threw
another woman’s load out of your brother’s house because you said she is
barren. In the mightiness of your power and the majesty of your throne, you already
passed a judgment of condemnation on a being you didn’t create. The infertility
problem, that your brother is the cause because he has low sperm count and has refused to go to the hospital
for check-up. You decided enough is enough and drove another woman out of her
rightful home. You called her barren, evil and witch. You taunted her and
killed her with words. Every night, she drowns in her own tears as she waits to
take her own life. You come here to say “Talk to Me” Who is going to talk to
you?
Oyoyo 1, Omalicha, Osampete,
Adanma, Adanne, Queen of Instagram. After you na you. You too, you are telling
them to talk to you? Have you forgotten, your own blood sister, whose husband
you are sleeping with, the same man fueling all your expenses. You took him
away from your sister at least in the spirit as you mesmerize him with your sex
styles. Your sister knows but she is too sad to talk. She is ashamed. She is
contemplating suicide and you are here saying “TALK TO ME”
Uncle Bros, Six inches John Thomas.
You have injured all the ladies in town. 56 abortions carried out by 12 women
all in your name. You have slept with sisters and their mother. You have
promised marriage to over 20 women. You have proposed with rings to over 5
ladies. You are the Lord of the rings. The reason why many ladies cry to bed
every night. You promised them love, took away their dignity and now, you are
blackmailing them. You have all their nude pictures, demanding money every now and
then. Yet, you are surprised that a man committed suicide. Do you know the
number of women you have dragged through the dark pit of depression? You are
also telling them to TALK to YOU
Mr. lecturer, the randy rabbit. You
have failed more than 20 girls intentionally. They must sleep with you before
they can pass. That girl, who suddenly lost weight, is dying slowly because you
will not graduate her. He mother is ill. Her father is dead. She took her
school fees on loan hoping to graduate and get a job to take care of her sick
mother and her younger ones. Yet, you are keeping her because she has decided
not to fulfil your carnal desire. She is dying slowly; crumbling under the heavy
weight you have made her to bear yet, you come online to say TALK TO ME. Who are you?
Should we continue?
The Mummy GO, The Aunty Usher, The
Choir Master…
Or the Facebook Group Cabals and
witches coming up to devour a struggling and depressed soul. Ganging up against
her and speaking ill of another in your coven. You passed judgment on issues
you have no understanding of… You want them to TALK to YOU?
Until we learn to be involved in
people’s struggle and take them as our own selves, NOBODY will open up to you.
NOBODY will TALK TO YOU. You cannot hold a cane and expect a child to come near…
We all have work to do. It’s beyond
48 hours write-up and social media competition of who is the most depressed. It’s
a joint action to stop adding burdens to the load of others. Instead, lift them
up and soften the burden. If you have nothing good to say to people, keep
quiet.
