Church under the Bridge
Tell me you can feel it.
The cold breeze straight off the top of the lagoon lifting hairs to stand in salute to the falling letters of the bridge. Our source of protection crumbles over our heads on this stomach rumbling Sunday, but our hands shall persist in the Lord’s cause and praise him above every circumstance. Even as a slow tide gains speed and our trousers are a third soaked in our salty tears, we hold his name with quivering convictions.
Tell me you can hear it.
If the oddity of today does not strike a chord, then you might be deaf to the current state of our home. The youth are the greatest and worst of the seeds on life’s desolate soil. We have come to love our neighbour’s airy chirp but distant ourselves from her cries for help when she is maltreated and beaten into submission.
We have been subconsciously given the tools to revolutionize our reality but still end up wrapped in futile wars with virtual personas. I ask to what end we will remain deaf by our hurt? Remember the prickling voices of the weak who begged you not to forget “you are the leaders of tomorrow”.
Tell me you smell it.
No, I do not mean Christ’s musk or the fresh whiff of burgundy he bled, I mean the decay of dreams that never reached the altar. The demise of great minds in the economic desert that we have created. Imagine what the pot would smell like if we were always on the right path or even better if we changed the recipe tomorrow. It would be a glorious event to behold. But our current reality is a growing stench that has nearly consumed us in its wake, to which we must not submit to.
Tell me you see it.
As my last tear rolls down my cheek for the green-white-green. I am frustrated by the rules of the game we play, whether by choice or by happenstance I refuse to abide by such doctrines. I want to know if you see the anger on my face. Can you?
I want you to gaze upon these words and know it does not have to be this way anymore. I mean it. The war we fight can be won if we choose Nigeria before ourselves and as absurd as it might seem, it is true. We need to look beyond our current strife and look across the wavering bridge and cross it with the same convictions we hold in Christ.
Nevertheless, I see it and I hope you do too.