It’s a game.ACHOR YUSUF
Let us prey!
Birth and death are its terminals.
Yes! To prey is to play.
But certainly not with our eyes closed.
Wow! Is this a game of good neighborliness?
I see! My opponent has to be a neighbor. Look, I refuse to be on this game’s reserve. But as far as this game is concerned, if I am to covet my neighbor’s real estate; his livestock, become a franchisee of his marriage format, I’ll thereby be keeping a date with a certain destiny; a prison term that would guarantee my fall from our ancestral ladder. This would fatally cost me the precious proceeds of my loins. Yes! A loss of my dear motherland.
For instance, if one of the numerous services on the neighbor’s chain of businesses is cattle rearing and he goes on to identify a ready market in me; reads me as one who can’t afford to grow his own food, with whom the eating of beef is indispensable, it’s only a matter of time before a unit of his cattle will start exchanging for 710 units of me. A devaluation of me. Or isn’t that how much the Naira is currently being exchanged for a dollar?
So, how can this then ever be my prayer for me?
Why would I want to take pride in becoming a possessor of unreal estate?
Is there a better way for me to effectively lead my mother’s child into this black hole?
How long am I going to keep trading in my kinsmen in exchange for this very neighbor’s products?
Should this be accounted as my own sweat equity?
It is by engaging in this kind of war game, through a thorough routine exercise of interrogation and introspection, that one can clearly see how and why the value of his mother’s child is likely to get pegged lower than the value of the generally acceptable medium of exchange. It is all a part of the game.
As for these particular games, the shrewd neighbor in question has since assumed the status of a central bank. Under her watch, the nation is profiting enormously from having developed the country’s coasts into a portal for the effective administration and transportation of her slave population.
Dear player, it’s a no-brainer!
The options are very obvious. It is between being the shrewd neighbor on one hand, or the gullible consumer on the other. I hope you aren’t waiting for the whistle that would mark the official commencement of the war to be blown before you start investing yourself in these war games.
Come on! Let us prey…