VIATICUM

VIATICUM

By WakdokSamuelStephen

Bless me Holy Father, for I have sinned. This is forty nine years since my baptism. I have come for your papal absolution.

My child, with a cardinal, nine archbishops, several bishops and thousands of priests, did you need to come this far for confession?

Your Holiness, I risked the volatility of my aviation space even when I have no national carrier any more, I didn't want to swim across the murky waters of my militant gulf or dare the trans Saharan route of my Taliban deserts, so I hired a private jet which further depleted my fallen foreign reserves. It is not to say I do not believe in the efficacy of my priests or bishops power to absolve me, but my sins are multitude..

Since my baptism forty nine years ago, I have been married to several men both civilian and military.
I have aborted the dreams of my children through incessant strikes academic and otherwise.
My extra ordinary affairs with Chinese, European and even African industries have resulted in the sad death of my textile industries.

My naira has become a harlot chasing after dollars and pounds and Euros and even CFAs.
My breast milk is nutritiously made of crude oil, uranium, iron, coal, tin, columbites cotton, groundnut, ginger, yam, millet, wheat, and many others but my children are starving because I am not baby friendly.
I cowardly and callously gave out my grand daughter Bakassi into a forced marriage to my neighbour.
The banks of my banks over flow with toxic assets and my money manager cum emir of risk management had to do a mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Kidnapping has become cheaper than pick pocketing in my place.
Many of my children have died under the bridge; many more are still dying under various bridges. Bridge of infrastructural decay, bridge of institutional collapse, bridge of cultural decadence and bridge of religious hooliganism.

The few stronger offspring of mine have become so greedy. They have hijacked my oil wealth. They have also hijacked the ballots and made my other children hostages, and I am helpless.
Every week four hundred of my children queue to India for medical attention and some even brave wars to go to Sudan.
My beautiful girls have been forced to adorn the streets at night and some even dare it at day. The boys have become so brave that the strike at will.
My dams are thirsty themselves so how can my people get water.
I have become so lazy and unproductive that we depend on Malaysia for palm oil, Italy for shoes, China for clothes and many other countries for everything we need.

Holy Father, my sins are so many that I can't remember the others, for these I can recall, I ask pardon from God.

My child, having listened to your confession, I am afraid you need more than an absolution. Absolution is for the living I will give you Viaticum. You need this communion because you are in danger of dying. When and if you survive this danger, then you may come back for absolution.


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