I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I woke up with a question on my mind. It has been quite a crazy month. Swamped with delivering stories of the abducted girls and bombings in various parts of the north, hit with news of deaths of dear ones. I would say the world is not getting any better. We are in a crisis period and like Nigerians are popularly known to do, we can only call on God. When it becomes too uncomfortable to handle, where can we run to? Many have eloped for a better life in other developed countries, even sane of mind in African countries. Here, we deal with so many things. We are already providing our own water, security and power. A neighbor of mine has a generator, an inverter and has sworn never to pay NEPA bills again. Now, where does that leave the rest of us who want to do our due diligence and pay monthly for NEPA bills. Or rather PHCN. Oh, I'm sorry, I think there's a newly privatised company. Most of our hospitals cannot even deal with emergency situations. I remember being involved in an accident few years ago and in the state of slipping into unconsciousness as a result of the smoke in the trapped vehicle, I had to jolt myself awake and struggle to escape before the vehicle exploded. 3 people died. Probably cos they did not get out on time. I saw a woman resign herself to fate. That happened on a Saturday and I recall resuming work two days after. Life goes on.... but where do we go from here? Can we pause for a moment and reflect. There is God, there is hope, we keep praying. We try to make sense of it all. My question is this: Where is God when it hurts? Cos obviously and surely, salvation won't come from our leaders. And it might not come from restless youths. No one is willing to lay down their lives for a cause. Many who fought years past have gone unsung.
I fear for our future, for our generation and generations to come. Lives wasted as a result of heartless actions but the world has always been full of desperately wicked people. I do want to know, where God is in the midst of it all cos I do know he is there. He is the only one who can help us make sense of all the nonsense. I read a book some years ago titled "Where Is God When It hurts?" (someone did run away with that book and never returned it). It had no perfect answer to the question but it did have something else. Love. Showing love to those who have asked that question a million times as they cried themselves to sleep at night. Showing love to those who have searched for ways to deal with the emptiness they feel at the loss of a dear one. A son having been told his father had been shot to death by armed robbers. A husband who thought his wife would grow old with him but she dies having complained days before of a headache. A young and hopeful woman looking forward to her marriage unexpectedly dies in her sleep. Parents shocked with the news that their children have been kidnapped. Students looking forward to the future. Dreams cut short, hopes dashed, leaving in its wake deep pain and sorrow it will take years to forget.
Please, let us show them love today. In our words and actions.
Cheers!
Click on links below to watch videos of recent blasts in Jos/Abducted girls
