No matter the economic status of any individual; rich, wealthy, poor, real poor, we have been rich enough to have lost something valuable. We’ve also been ‘poor’ enough to have known the pain of loss.
Poor or rich, when the realities of any material loss dawn on us – either as individuals or groups – the succour we draw from loved ones has proven to be invaluable. Pretend all you can, we crave the love and warmth of people around us when things go wrong. This soft side of us does not respect the direction which the arrow in your bank account is facing.
Pretend all you want, you feel let down when people you call yours appear silent when you need their voice. We’re social beings.
The havoc wreaked on ‘us’ by the #Lekki flood is an example of how man can be devastated due to no actionable fault of his, thereby surging his need for something more powerful – love.
The warmth provided by love is unequaled by any known force. Indeed, it is unrivaled. And it is a mystery! This is why it is the most suitable antidote for any loss, real or imagined.
We read in the news daily of how communities, organizations groups and GOVERNMENTS set up relief camps to cater for disaster victims’ material and emotional needs. While it is merely a moral issue on the parts of organizations, groups and communities to show concern to people in distress, that cannot be said of governments.
The government has a sacred duty of making life and living attractive to its citizens. To do this, people elected to run government will often have to sacrifice their personal comforts. And except when an OFFICIAL engagement becomes too urgent, leaders at the appropriate level must visibly identify with victims; press releases, press conferences, donations, updates, fundraising and tweets must reflect the mood of the moment. There must be visits, too.
I’ve watched videos of the deluge both from verified and unverified sources. The water is massive. Individual efforts are frantic. Sadly, I am yet to see our first responders. There used to be an organization called NEMA. Wonder where they now are.
Yet, in all these failings, a citizen must not attempt to rival the government in it moral bankruptcy. We must unite, rally around ourselves, show ourselves some love.
Call your friends and relatives, call the council people, call the church and the mosque, build them tents, send relief materials send SMSs, cards. And don’t say they are rich enough.
Send Lekki your heart, let be sure someone cares, remember she’s chosen you ten times over a party going Ambode.