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Thursday, June 26, 2014

Shout With The Lowest Of Whispers...

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***In the spirit of Throwback thursday, I'm reposting this piece I wrote a couple of years ago, with a few nips and tucks. Nigeria is our home, It's time to let our voice speak for her.

No more sitting on the side talking When you no dey do nothing... Obiora Obiwon

The lies and greed of some of our leaders make it hard for us to hear,
But the human voice is different from other sounds.
It can be heard over the noise that buries everything else.
The noise of excessive bottles of champagne popping and the crushing of chicken bones with decayed teeth in parties, and the expensive automobiles cruising on our pothole infested roads, over the cries of sick children in inadequately equipped hospitals.

The human voice can be heard over the engines of private planes and locks of safes in Swiss banks...over an educational system that can only be described as a joke.
Over the gunshots of angry and trigger hungry lawless policemen.
Even when its not shouting, even if its just a whisper, even the lowest whisper of the human voice can be heard over the greed, the evil shrieks of rigged elections, the stinky belch of over fed corrupt leaders and the money launderers.
The voice that speaks when darkness overshadows the country, and generators pollute the environment, the voice that speaks after a long day on the farm, a long day in the market place...a long day hustling with nothing to show for it. That voice stands above everything else. It is the loudest even in its whisper.
The human voice can be heard above the sound of gunshots from terrorist, and the explosions that rock our nation and sucks out life from unsuspecting victims. It can be heard above the screams of innocent girls, grabbed by cowards into thick forests that barricade them from their hope and dreams of a better life. It can be heard above the hopelessness and despair that rocks our nation as we daily wonder, when it will all end.

Don't hide your voice, don't just talk trash about your country over bottles of beer and pepper soup, say something, anything, even the faintest of your whispers will be heard.... in that prayer for change for your country that comes out as a sigh to God just before you sleep
"if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land"


Be the voice that brings the change you want, pray… just do it, it certainly wouldn’t be ignored, it definitely beats just complaining... it says something.


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I got to watch the interpreter recently, this quote by the fictional president Edmund Zuwane moved me and I decided to edit it for my use in this post...

"The gunfire around us makes It hard to hear. But the human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it is not shouting. Even If it is just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard over armies, when its telling the truth.

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