Herdsmen: Licensed To Kill

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Herdsmen: Licensed To Kill, By Adekoya Boladale

Herdsmen: Licensed To Kill, By Adekoya Boladale

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Elnathan John, author of the best-selling work of fiction Born On A Tuesday, once said that the greatest disservice anyone can do to himself as a Nigerian is to be poor. He is right; the survival kit in Nigeria is not filled with patriotism, truthfulness and being forthright. You don’t have to be peace-loving or enthusiastic about development, no matter what you do, just don’t be poor!

This piece was written by Adekoya Boladale. The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of 360Nobs.com.

But if providence has not ‘smiled’ on you yet and your hustle, no matter how legal or illegal it is, has not paid off, try as much as possible to build a formidable network with those in the corridors of power, especially if you do not reside in the city but in remote villages in Benue, Kaduna, Taraba, Adamawa, and so on. Failure to do this is equal to a death sentence that one you might not escape from.

If you have the right network, you and your colleagues can go to any village and farm, ransack the entire area, rape the occupants, machete the residents, butcher toddlers, kill pregnant women and slice open the fetus, chop-off the heads of the children and burn their houses for daring to chase your cows from their farms. After all, there is nothing bad in cows – who are God’s superior creature to men, wandering across other people’s farm and eating up the vegetables, lettuces, yam, maize and tomatoes they toil day and night to plant. Cows are frictional mammals whose movements are guided only by divine. They are superior to human beings. After all, was it not said that God created animals before humans?

If you and your friends find favour in the sight of the divine and you are able to land the president as your grand patron, that’s a jackpot! Rejoice for you have been observing your ‘salat’ diligently and it’s time for a reward.

Having the president as a grand patron comes with lots of perks. You become untouchable, literarily. No matter what you do, no matter who you do them to, no matter where and how you do them, no individual born of man or woman can hold you accountable. When some says the Special Anti-Robbery Squad (SARS) of the Nigerian Police Force, the Nigerian Armed Forces and the State Security Service are the most brutal across the country, don’t say a word, just smile. Deep down inside you, you know the activities of Boko Haram are merely soft in nature and by your estimate, you know strapping kids with suicide bombs and laying landmines for soldiers do not measure up to the casualties you can record during a single farm attack of yours.

Let the villagers keep shouting and the communities continue staging protests upon protest, writing letters and petitions, you are assured that your grand patron will fling them all out and look away. Grand patrons are bonded by esprit de corps, they see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil of their protégés. In fact, when protests are becoming too much, you can count on the grand patron to order the police to open fire on the noisy ones disturbing the peace of the society.

Forget all the talks about ill-equipped security forces, by your closeness with the grand patron, you have access to the best of guns and firearms money can buy. Oh yes! You need the weapons, in case some of your victims are proving too difficult to kill (I don’t understand why people won’t just be civil enough to comport themselves rightly when being machetted), and in case some overzealous police officers try to disobey direct orders from above, the AK-47 riffle comes in handy.

But remember the relationship between you and your grand patron is symbiotic in nature; whilst you count on him to turn the blind eye while you massacre your albatrosses, you must be there for him when he needs you to win a election or re-election. While you are having a field day burning down houses and dancing to the helpless cries and agonies of your victims, remember to keep your voter’s card closely and not to lose it. Your grand patron needs it and you can’t afford to fail him.

Don’t be like the foolish ones who started feeling too powerful after helping him into office. Remember your grand patron is a very powerful person; learn from the Shiites. You don’t want to see the anger of your grand patron. If he gets angry, a tap on the chest of a General is enough to wipe out your entire generations. Don’t be unfortunate!

Adekoya Boladale, a public affairs analyst, is on Twitter @adekoyabee

This piece was written by Adekoya Boladale. The views and opinions expressed here are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of 360Nobs.com.



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