Sick Note

I'm sick. . .

I'm sick, sick of hearing or reading arguments on how our leaders have failed us. How those whom we 'chose' have turned their backs on us and our collective interests. How the custodians of our treasure trove have gorged themselves silly with the national cake.

Mad messiahs that manifest every now and then, seeking to give us bread crumbs in exchange for our dreams.

I’m sick, sick of how we have taken a passive stance to the affairs of our nation. How we have turned dumb, spineless sheep to the shenanigans of our leadership. We have allowed religious and ethnocentric sentiments distract and derail national progress.

I’m sick, sick of propagators of gender equality. They claim their movement is aimed at “defining, establishing, and defending equal political, economic, cultural, and social rights for both men and women”, yet they seek preferential treatment. Napoleons in human skins that want to be more equal than others.

I’m sick, sick of perfection and social expectations. Bunch of hypocrites we all are: we slash and pillory each other for falling short of standards that we ourselves are struggling with.

The worst hit are celebrities; we crucify them for every shortcomings. “Same rope you climb up on, they’ll hang you with.” _ J. Cole.

Why do we do this? Perhaps, it is because we look up to them and want to model our lives after them, so we can’t bear to see our role models fall short of standards we have set for them. We forget that they are human beings.

We want them to be perfect.
We all want to be perfect.
We fail to realize one thing;
Perfection is a moving target.

Aren’t you sick as well?



I.G/Twitter: @femi_uncensored