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#BUHARIMUSTGO - A REVOLUTIONARY MOVEMENT AGAINST THE UNSEEN REALITY


I got a disturbing call yesterday from home. I couldn't bring my self to reckon with the level parents and relatives have internalized the idea of safety. They try as much as possible to monitor, follow and poke some curious nose into the affairs of those they hold so dear.


My mum was desperate about knowing if I was still in Ondo State, not even when I don't share nor inform people of my weird travels, including the imminent ones. I don't think she is that strange to this development. That doesn't still deprive her of the fear she had so much had. She wanted to know if I wasn't already with Sowore, or possibly some revolutionary comrades in some territories, mobilizing for a massive agitation for a working democracy in Nigeria.


I kept mute at first. My brain went blank. I could not say "yes" or "no," not until she claimed the men of the Nigerian Police have been mandated to shoot any peaceful protester tomorrow. "A war is to happen in Ondo State and I have ordered for enough foodstuffs. I would be sending you money to recoup." She said.


The money aspect sounds so nice. I prayed to God just a day before, seeking some manna from heaven. It was as well sure to some extent, that I might not have the necessary in courage to stay put the next day. I have to be on the face of the streets, waxing a few lyrics of gyrational albums. The oppressors must be intimidated!


I got home around 9:00pm, met my landlord on his simply-made armchair. It was unusual of him to put his phone very close to the mouth, he was more of sermonizing the daughter who studies outside the state as to reasons why she need stay at home. In the sanctimony of the ululations laid peacefully my interest. I was willing to digest the thematic preoccupation of the whole thing, while also making the best of fun out of the drama. He conclusively counselled his girl to stay put, pray and read for her coming exams. He didnt drop the call without promising a tireless struggle for her school fee.


I entered my room at the drop of the call, mobilized my gentle flesh to the bed. I never knew when I drifted towards my own Hades, slept off into the dead. I have grown to love terrific dreams, especially ones tallying with aggressor Pharaohs, coming with their daggers, dogs and guns. I don't run! I fight the dogs, guns and daggers at a time. That night's dream was not a good one. I dreamt of suffering another of Police brutality (being battered, manhandled and detained). I dreamt that God wouldn't be there to save me.


I saw myself standing before a scary Magistrate, with bushy air and sorts. Maybe deformed was my leg, my soul eaten by the flying birds of the heaven. I could not breathe again, as my heart is borne into a burden of casket. I need to cry!


Not all these stopped me from waking up as early as planned, an admirer of the Revolutionary movement earlier promised to join me to Akure from AAUA. He is sturdy, courageous and indefatigable, not the cacophony of supposedly discerning minds can stop the Shelter of Freedom.


We entered into the same vehicle with a generation of Nigerians who are on bed with their oppressors. The generation I am talking about are not just bereft of the realities but are of a conviction that is in love with their chains. No wonder Akure was as lifeless as the graveyard, the streets were as dead as the smelling pits around, including the shops, that were shut out of economic activity. We trudged on and landed at our point of convergence. 


Our first port of call was Cathedral Junction in Akure, there I met a few revolutionary minds, whose disposition as to the issue with a brain-dead President, whose little or no cognitive ability to oversee the affairs of a populous state has landed Nigeria in its present state, could be blunt.



The movement from there to Post Office Junction was peaceful, it was augmented by so many other reactionary forces like Students For Liberty, unemployed youths, artisans and the elderly promised unpaid stipends in their old age. 


 The Police surfaced at this point, barricaded peaceful protesters. The Courageous Nigerian people appeared to have mustered a stride in serious organization, they transcended the machinations of the Nigerian Police and marched all through the whole of Akure. It is worthy of special note that nobody was attacked.


The #BuhariMustGo protest is seen as a reactionary mechanism under which the Nigerian youths can mobilize to take back their future. This was apart from the fact that the state-sponsored rumour of possible violence and replication of Lekki massacre, has not held water today.



Conclusively, I want to conclude on the strength of my earlier position, that the tele-guided speech delivered by analogue President Buhari today is nothing but fictitious. Most achievements incoherently reeled out on the national television are realities that can never be seen. They are simply believable lies devised to sabotage justice for a people who are ready to address their grievances in a peaceful manner.


I however state that the Nigerian government has not totally failed by not being able to confine or cow Nigerians. We now have a generation of Nigerians aware of their rights.



A people united cannot be defeated!


 _In solidarity_ 



 *Tunde Akingbondere*

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