RECESSION DIARY 6

RECESSION DIARY 6
LESSON : MIND YOUR LANGUAGE
These are indeed perplexing times as the almighty recession bites harder. And nothing appears more dire than watching the faces of Nigerians deepen from a frown into a squall.
Fights and public disagreements are now common place as transfered agression is now the psychological tool of choice by most Nigerians to cope with the recession.
Landlords are now evicting their tenants for their past support of Buhari blaming the advent of Buharinomics on their current down turn in fortunes.
Domestic abuse is on the uprise as frustrated husbands turn their wives into punching bags while women arm themselves with brand new cutlasses in self defence against their partner's fists.
And when the Government of the day choses to deflect their responsibilty unto Nigerians instead of picking up the gauntlet the frustration index is only destined to be turned up a notch.
Indeed noone knows the frustration index of the next person thus to avoid getting an unnecessary slap, one must mind your language.
The other day I greeted my neighbour "goodmorning, how work?"
And thus he flared up in anger.
"What is good about the morning? I have lost my job. My child is sick and I don'have money to buy drugs. See what you Buhari people have caused....etc"
I endured the tirade of abuses flabbergasted for my once amiable jovial neighbour had transformed into a pitbull overnight. So as to lessen the superlatives and curses he heaped on my head I proceded to console him and join his justified lamentations.
"My Brother sorry oh. I didn't know you have lost your job. Even me sef am not faring much better as my hospital has been on strike for close to a month now. I beg let me see your small pikin so that I can prescribe drugs for him. Take this small change to buy medicine and some food. Lets pray that Naija go better"
Hence by minding my language I tactfully avoided the rain of curses on my lineage yet unborn for to start harping on the looting spree of past regimes will only earn me a slap or a beating from a hungry angry neighbour whose concern is not over past regimes when his child is sick and he remains penniless and jobless.
Hence the Government of the day should learn this all important lesson of the recession which is Mind your language.
There is a limit to which one can blame the folly of past regimes for the corruption and decay of the Nigerian State for alas you were elected to fix the problem and not break it some more.
When even the regime faithfuls can't even make head or tail of economic policy one wonders how the common man can appreciate such under current circumstances.
When one wakes up to hear tales of #ChangeBeginsWithMe I wonder who this one epp?
Is this going to create jobs or feed the hungry?
Is it going to stabilise the naira and end the forex crisis?
Is it going to bring down the price of rice and garri in the market?
Is it going to afford a nation perpetually plagued by darkness with constant electricity?
Is it going to end the rape and pillage perpetuated by Fulani Herdsmen?
Is it going to bring back the Chibok girls?
When even the little social welfare programmes promised have been either scrapped or downsized into oblivion I wonder if truly one should change into the same monster as our rulers who find it difficult to keep a promise. Hence my next lesson of the recession. Don't make promises you don't intend to keep for a promise is debt that cries out to be fulfilled.
Well who am I to judge and let me mind my language lest DSS or EFCC arrest me for complaining too much.
The year is rapidly drawing to a close and most Nigerians have little to cheer about.
Hence to escape the anger of a hungry angry Nigerian.
Mind your language. Silence is golden in these perilious times lest one might say an innocent word that may lead to conflict and strife.
Morning is better than good day.
See you later is better than how is work.
This is the best one can say as the Recession slowly becomes a depression.