The Yoruba is currently too distracted. Majority of Yoruba are deliberately oblivious to the contextual events. They do not think all these matter. They are indifferent. They are psychologically calcified. They are marinating in the natatorium of illusory comfort. They are delusional about their vulnerability. They are busy chasing money that they are not likely to be able to spend when the chips are down. They are busy playing politics that is authentically ephemeral. Their attitude exudes a howling hollowness of the basics of existential survival. They are on board of a brakeless train headed to a rocky valley. The Yoruba people are not dozing, they are snoring beyond the depth of the deep.
They are not discombobulated. They just have wrong priorities propelled by poisonous values of civility. Values of destructive liberalism. Their dalliance with self-immolation is historically unprecedented. They are not blind they are just myopic. They tolerate noxious insults from strangers in their land!
The Yoruba of today is an unraveling tragedy. All their flanks are assailable. They are disorganized. They are disoriented.They know this, but they don’t care. And their assailants know this too. They are happy about it. They are excited about subverting and conquering a race that they have always wanting to subdue. They are taking advantage of it. And they have the temerity to describe Yoruba land as “no man’s land.”
Even some educated idiots among the Yoruba help them to approbate such nonsense. They engage in odious sophistry to contend on behalf of treachery and perfidy against their land and their people.
Many Yoruba are in love with a corpse called Nigeria. They are marinating in a conjugal relationship with a corpse exuding malodorous aroma stemming from a decadence that couldn’t be ameliorated. The obvious existential threats to their land are being wished away rather than for them to take practical steps that would ensure their survival.
To the Yoruba who are concerned about this, this is a source of unmitigated agony. The pangs are permeating. They are having conversation with those deafened by the love of the lucre. People who are fascinated with their romance with a dead body!
The traditional rulers are the worst hit. They don’t know why they are kings. They are anti -tradition. They go to churches to kneel in front of ordinary mortals. They go to Mecca to worship stones that are uglier than the ones in Yoruba land.
They skip the rituals that would have fortified them, and make them Aláse Èkejì Òrìsà truly. They mouth their commitment to foreign faiths that have no substance except in its powerlessness mantra. They thus become vulnerable to ordinary guns, knives and cutlasses. They are killed or murdered like rats and chickens by assailants. We are speaking of Yoruba Oba!
They are devoid of the aura of an Oba. They have no self-caution. No dignity. They gallivant all over and are seeing in places where they are not supposed to be seen. Some of them do master of ceremonies at birthdays of single mothers! They behave like touts and thugs.
The entire moral structure of the Yoruba land has collapsed. When they engage in obnoxious behavior, before anyone says “Jack”, they will retort that “Ayé nse irú è.” A perfunctory approbation of despicability.
The family unit in Yoruba land is a thing of the past. It is in the realm of nostalgia these days. There is no compassion from the leadership, if there is any.
Manifestation of heartlessness is regarded as a matter of course. Being crooked is now an object of adoration. It doesn’t matter if they are professors, or doctorate degree holders, they are mostly shameless agents of moral paralysis. It does not matter if they are chiefs in the polity, they are dexterous engineers of kleptomania. They revel in diabolical. They engage in destructive subterfuge.
The Yoruba race seems to be in the throes of annihilation. What one sees in the horizon is too tragic to be contemplated. It is too disheartening. The saying, “Nero fiddles why Rome burns”, is axiomatic of the current attitude of the Yoruba as a people. The Yoruba people are fiddling while they are existentially vulnerable. They are snoring while they are gradually becoming powerless in their own land. They are systematically becoming second class citizens in their own land.
And they don’t seem to be bothered about it. It is a tragic unraveling.
