DEAR NAIJA: WHAT IS IT WITH HOSTILITY, BAD BLOOD, ANIMOSITY, AND DEEP-SEATED ILL WILL…?
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When a lot becomes enough, its high time fear flew…
Hostility, bad blood, animosity, deep-seated ill will, disaffection, venom, hatred, malice…
Before you name the rest, do me a favour and ‘jam’ all the words together to form one word. That should be easy to do. Do me another favour and pronounce the word you’ve coined out of the ‘jammed’ words. You can’t do that? Okay, how about spelling the ‘jammed’ word in 10 seconds? Even that you cannot do. But you are quick to hate your brother in less than 5. You are quick to pour venom on a ‘stranger’ who’s skin and blood colour is same as yours. Who has same fears and challenges as you. Why?
Someone said ” you only hate someone whom you once loved .” ‘Dear South Africa’, did you ever love us? Another person said this isn’t always true; that if someone hurts a loved one and the only thing you know about this person, is the fact that he has hurt your loved one, you can hate that person without ever having love for him. South Africa, is this the case? Did my forefathers wrong your forefathers? Is transferred aggression the reason for your mindless and heartless shedding of innocent blood? Before you answer, let me tell you what I think.
I think the root cause of your deep-seated ill will towards me, foremost, is a lack of attachment: a formed identification, relationship, connection, and commonality. I can easily hate you from a distance but if you’re my neighbour (not even brother), to understand you, to not hate you, I need only find a way to connect to you…
Secondly, I think you are afraid. But what you don’t know is that I am afraid too. So why set me ablaze instead of taking me to a place where we can discuss our fears? Why kill me instead of calming to see that I am West, You are South but We are Africa!?
Well, you can forget anything but never forget these 2 things:
That fear is the enemy which leads man (foolish or not ) to the dark street called anger; which holds man’s arms firmly to an even darker street called hatred.
Never forget that when you keep giving a hungry, skinny man only bad water to drink thinking you’re starving him, one day you’ll wake to find him bloated and flee out of fear that he has become fat and a threat ( even though he is yet weak).
Let’s try to love one another enough…
When a lot becomes enough, fear will flee!
SO STOPTHEHATE
STOP THE BURNING
#STOP THE KILLINGS
LET’S FORGIVE AND TRY TO FORGET
LET’S EMBRACE FOR FUTURE’S SAKE MY NEIGHBOUR, MY BROTHER
LET’S EXPERIENCE THE CALMING OF THE STORM TOGETHER
WE ARE AFRICA
WE ARE ONE!
#NOTOXENOPHOBIA !!!
#NoToBadBlood
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As written by Kimberly Afolayanka
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