By Russell Bluejack
I had a very successful meeting yesterday. Millions of thanks to those that made it possible. Today, however, I write to inform our people of an impending danger coming to the South-South in the guise of Crocodile Smile, a semblance of Python Dance II. Crocodile Smile II is a repeat of the one that came to the South-South in search of pipeline bombers several months ago. Funny enough that exercise ended in futility because pipelines were continuously bombed while the exercise lasted, a sign that our Fulani-based military is peopled by dunces. Cattle rearers lack what it takes to militarise this contraption called Nigeria.
My readers deserve to know that the first time the Fulani and Buratai crocodile smiled in the South-South scores of innocent youths and elders were killed out of exasperation for the huge loss suffered in the hand of the bombers. Information reaching me has it that this "smile", the same that changed to FROWN sometime ago, is hinged on failure to transport POISONED RICE TO OUR REGION. Some insiders that are not as devious as the rest of Fulani soldiers have taken the needed risk to inform us that this exercise anchors on the need to share poisoned rice that will kill our women and children.
On the basis of this exposure, I wish to warn our women and children down south to beware of the rice that will be shared by the military in Ogoni and other South-South regions. The rationale behind this impending distribution of rice is questionable, because prior to this time all promises made to our region have ended in bad fate. The Ogoni people should not forget that they promised to clean up Ogoni, but that that promise remains dashed. As a matter of fact, it is pellucid that the Ogoni clean-up was one political issue that the APC deployed to get Senator Magnus Abe elected. I believe Ogoni people understand that Rt. Hon. Chibuike Rotimi Amaechi, the present horibund Minister of Transportation, is one person that should never be trusted.
The upcoming "Smile" is intended to decimate the number of dwellers in our South-South region. Recall that these Fulani soldiers had performed one of the most shameful dances in our contiguous South-East region, a dance that has made this facade called country a global shame. As I write, this British product called Nigeria has become too dangerous for Christians and humanists entrapped here. This is one ersatz geographical enclave in the world where true humans are blacklisted for speaking up against perceived and palpable social inconcinnities. Ask yourselves why Mazi Nnamdi Kanu, a man much younger than the horrible handlers of Nigeria, was marked for death. This young man externalised a near-perfect description of this product of Lord Lugard and Britain called Nigeria. That was his unforgivable crime, dear readers. A disheartening observation is that there are fools situated amongst us that exude bizarre schadenfreude that this innocent man was attacked. Some of us are conquered nitwits!
I was cross with some idiots that asked me why Nnamdi Kanu ran. I stared in prolonged consternation because I did not know what had happened to some of us. Some inhabitants of our sister regions are far less reasonable than the gloried cows called Fulani (the rapists and bloodletting invaders of our regions). I know that we have been imprisoned here under the pretense of UNITY but to dance to the music of our predicament is tantamount to defeatism. One of the numerous reasons why I pitch tents with my Igbo brothers and sisters is that our people down South show discouraging signs that they have been conquered. Interestingly, that has changed tremendously over months. Our Father in heaven has done His thing. Yes, it got to a point that I was tempted to leave where I was to dwell amongst my brothers and sisters in the East. I am one person who kept chiming the bell of unity of our sister regions. It came to my knowledge that what these vicious ravagers and invaders fear most is our unity.
That thing they fear is the exact thing we must work hard to give to them. As they come to kill our women and children in Yoruba, South-East, and South-South, we must be prepared to make them dance away in shame. When will it be clear to the constituents of the old Southern Protectorate that their northern counterpart are the real enemy? From 1900 to 1913 the North operated budget deficit, a sign that they would soon go out of existence. Thus, it is indubitable that the amalgamation was a gift from Lugard and his whore, Flora Shore, to extend the life of the embattled North. Those that are given to research should do their findings, since these facts are in national archives. I think I have shared this in previous works. Those nincompoops that foolishly talk about a nonexistent oneness should tell us whether a Nigerian exists. What we find in this fortress called nation are northern nationals, western nationals, Ijaw nationals, Igbo nationals etc. Nobody is a true Nigerian in Nigeria. Why are we still living together against our true consciousness? Why are we leading the most false lives on earth? Why?
My worry is that one of the unlettered and glorified cattle rearers thinks his occupancy of Aso Rock empowers him to tell us (diverse discordant nationals) what to do. One major reason Nigeria is doomed to crash is that illiterate persons and blithering idiots have always been in the reins of power. AN EMPOWERED FOOL IS A POWERLESS NATION! When will the specks fall off the eyes of the constituents of the South-South and South-East? When will it be clear to us that these goons always stage one dance or smile or another in our regions to widen our division? When they impugned the East some conquered dunces in our region nodded their useless heads in agreement. Shockingly, those coconuts called heads are being nodded the other way round in condemnation of the imminent CROCODILE SMILE II. Why? What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. If our Igbo brothers and sisters deserve unlawful death, then we, as non-Fulanis, deserve same. The earlier we realised our collective victimisation by these invaders, rapists, vampires, and arsonists the better for us. I am proud of the international success recorded by our people in the Diaspora. I am so elated that our people domiciled outside the shores of this demonic entity are together. Just as our South African neighbours killed apartheid, we shall kill rape, invasion, subjugation, and socio-political alienation of our people by these devious foreigners that have conquered the Hausa people. Their mission is to kill us all, but Jehovah will shame them all.
This imminent Crocodile Smile by the Fulani Army shall end in praise. The poisoned rice they want to share shall miraculously nourish the victims. There is something about us that these beasts have not comprehended: we in the South-East and South-South are children of the Most High God. That is the reason behind our similar religion and culture in the South-South and South-East. We share the same historical origin as descendants of Gad. There are a lot of Igboic Rivers people in Rivers State. Some people do not know that even the most obstinate people in Rivers State have Igboic ancestors. I was told that the Abonnema people in Kalabari, most of whom foolishly hate Igbo, have Igbo grandparents. Can the apple fall far from the tree? Our Igbo brothers and sisters should stop fighting with their brethren in the South-South. Some of these people are victims of generational lies transmitted across generations. Ojukwu, Ken Saro-Wiwa, Obi Wali, and Jasper Adaka Boro all failed to fasten our natural unity. We shall succeed where they all failed. They were great leaders who failed to see beyond their relative interests and noses. Our generation must bring to fruition what they failed to do. Some people doubt my origin because of my broad-mindedness. I am Ijaw, paternally and maternally. My dad is from Bluejack compound in Bonny and my mama is from Kpokpo (Oroni) compound in Nkoro. My tribe is Ijaw, but my nationality is Biafra. I have sermonised about our unity to the gamut that things have changed. We must be united. As python dance changes to crocodile smile, leaving the regions affected by Fulani herdsmen and Boko Haram untouched, we must take time to realise that we are the targets of their jihadist activities. We must unite and escape unprovoked social and religious jihad of the Fulani together. The time is now.
Scores of unarmed youths, men, women, and children have died since 1945. The 1953 and 1966 pogroms had South-South and South-East as the victims of rape and vicious killings. When will we learn that the Gambari see us as the same people? They hate us, but love our resourcefulness. The coastal part of Biafra has a lot of business skills to learn from their hinterland counterpart. The hinterland know that the harbours and ports situated in the their coastal region will aid international business opportunities. The earlier our regions see that they are stronger together the better for them. What can the landlocked Gambari achieve without us? Do you see why they are fighting tooth and nail to scuttle our unity? It is time for our so-called militants, chiefs, community associations, hoi polloi, traders etc to see the big picture. We are ONE! They shot at Nnamdi Kanu and allegedly whisked him away for speaking the truth. I do not have unarmed BSS around, since they have killed all of them. I write from a mosquito-infested place because the truth must prevail. They cannot kill the real Nnamdi Kanu because he lives in us all. That man remains the only living occupant of Nigeria that is human. Dr. Kenule Saro-Wiwa was another. I am one person that feels that Kanu is an updated and refined incarnate of Wiwa, the reason Ogoni people were ready for him before the Python Dance was implemented. No amount of staged dance can obviate our unity this time. The anathema has been broken by our Father in heaven. We have received true humanity from Mazi Nnamdi Kanu. That superman gave my life meaning. A lot of us have stopped EXISTING. We LIVE now.
ALL HAIL BIAFRA! Word has it that Mujahid Dokubo-Asari is the real target of this "Smile". I heard he is spoiling for war, but I want him to sheath his sword and fit into the IPOB programme of nonviolence. We have defeated these dullards without firing a shot. We are the pen warriors that fire without range. Asari and other physical combatants should allow us to finish these nitwits off. They are not intelligent, hence our overwhelming victory. Guns have range, but everyone knows that the power of the pen is global. The Fulani spend ample time sucking the tits of their herds of cattle, but we spend time acquiring knowledge. Let us show them how these battles are fought today. Those who think that killing us in Nigeria will keep us together are poor thinkers. Self-determinism is an international issue. Internationally, dear brothers and sisters, Nigeria has died and been buried. Mazi Nnamdi Kanu told them that he would destroy this horrible zoo. They mistook his threat for arm struggle. The worst Independence Day in Nigeria says it all. Buhari almost destroyed Nigeria in the 80s. He has succeeded today because most Nigerians are egregious historians. Everyone that voted Buhari is responsible for the demise of Nigeria. I can see the general has lost the support of his northern elders. Which way Nigeria? Remembering Sunny Okosun. A million thanks to activist Legborsi Emmanuel, Tari Nemi, and Cosmos George Oto'Obong for making me write this exquisite piece.
Russell Idatoru Bluejack is a thinker, revolutionary writer, university tutor, and socio-economic and political analyst that writes from the creeks in the coastal part of Biafra.