Village people, leave us alone na-Viola Okolie

Village people, leave us alone na-Viola Okolie

Dear African Village People,

What exactly is your problem? What is stronging all of you? You are supposed to be the ancestors of everybody African and have a certain air of benevolence towards our good fortune at all times, but your falling of hand is usually epic. When you chook your nose in matters and destinies of your children (and their children’s children down to the fourth generation), it is usually with an air of mischief or like we like to call it – drawing back the hands of the clock.


If you do good or at least “comot eye small” to allow you generations to progress, will you die?


As in, will you die a second time? I am sure you know what I mean.

Where were you when Mamadou Gassama left the shores of Mali in search of greener pastures in France? What were you doing? Looking the other way and massaging your ghost gums with grated kolanut, perhaps? Do you know about his journey to France and how it was executed? Where were you, o ye ancestors, when he undertook the treacherous journey through Libya to get to Europe where he hoped fate would shine down favourably on him?

Matter of fact, if I should ask, where were you when he was in Mali?

I am willing to bet that this young man had applied to the army. He had applied to the Navy. He had applied to the airforce. He would have even applied to the police, all in a bid to make a living in the land of his fathers where he would at least not have to battle adjustment issues and hide from the authorities, all to no avail.

Now, you all have suddenly woken up and decided to act through your mouthpiece the Malian President and offer him a place in the Malian Army. I ask again, which army? The same Malian army with the woebegone troops who are facing Islamic insurgents left, right and centre? If we are to take bearing from Big Brother Nigeria (n Army), then we can reasonably assume that the boys are underfed, underpaid, under armed and usually left to their own wits and caprices when they come face to face with insurgents.

If he ever attempted to join the Malian army, that was in the days of ignorance.

Please forgive and overlook and face your front.

He has moved on, biko.

He has been through hail and highwater (literally) to get to the point where he is now, where were you then? And if you think it is your benevolence that pushed him to scale the four stories of that building and save the little boy, please have a rethink. If we ever thought so too and helped him to praise his ancestors, the attempt to drag him back to “Egypt”, has wiped such thoughts off our mind.


It is a typical “rada rada” attitude that we expect from African leaders who will never stop disgracing their ancestors – not us.

The issue of migration and people willing to risk all sorts of inhuman and life threatening conditions to escape the African hellhole, is no longer a novelty. The Malian Spiderman’s incident is only unique because he did not consider the fact that he was an illegal, before rushing in to help. Perhaps others might have helped, perhaps not especially since there is the risk that if this were in certain countries, deportation process would have commenced irrespective of whether the hero had put his own life at risk to save one of theirs or not.

Equally laughable, is the attempt by the Nigerian government to appeal to Nigerians to stop migrating in search of greener pastures, willing to risk whatever it takes including death, to reach what they hope would be much saner climes.

Seriously, this “we die here together” attitude of African government officials and our ancestors (otherwise known as village people), is most unfair.

It is okay to be a Nigerian big man who not only has access to all the good life that money can bring him within the borders of Nigeria; this same big man can also transport himself and family at a moment’s notice in a private jet if he so chooses, to any other country in the world where life is infinitely better for citizens, tourists and even the illegals. He will use Nigeria’s money to sponsor exotic vacations, trips, education and birthday parties for himself and children; to countries where the people’s money is put into making the society better for the people; and then when he returns from his overseas trips, he will remember to warn the average Nigerian not to attempt to leave the hellhole he helped to create.

Una dey try.


If you want to make Africa attractive for Africans, then stop the corruption. Stop embezzling public funds. Stop paying yourselves huge sums of money akin to the loot shared out by bank robbers after a successful operation.

Use your country’s money to make the country better for the citizens, and you will see the migration trend begin to correct itself all by itself.

But this “we die here together” thing? We join the Malian Spiderman to say “taaaaaaaa” to all of you.

Una death in Mali no go be the same, he has made his choice. You will be died and be buried with the country’s one month budget as a statesman, even as they turn a blind man to hundreds of citizens like Mamadou who may die from hunger, stress and hardship – unsung and unknown to anybody but their nearest and dearest.

“We die here together”?

No, he has said to you, you die there alone. As for me, ahead ahead.

Work has started for him, as a FRENCH fireman.

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