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Nnimmo Bassey, Nigerian architect, environmental activist and poet writes about masks, hopes and lock downs in the face of the virus.
Bild: von Brian Otieno, FES Street scene from the informal settlement of Kibera, Nairobi, Kenya
Welcome to the age of paradox Baskets over our mouths Masks on forlorn faces we march incognito Hopes bloom, blossom but long awaited fruits wither In storms and ambush at corners behind rusty barometers and wind vanes Shouts for help blocked by impregnable social distancing Walled national borders stand silly policed by benumbed sentinels While viruses float over visa-less air Naval armadas boast ballistic missiles yet sailors are locked in by unseen enemies A cough, a shiver raises dusts and … a hail of demonic pans in a pan…demic This virus floats in the air, slithers on shinny steel and grainy boards Yet as our fingers hover and minds flutter No one says for how long the devious virus lives on keyboards Welcome to the age of paradox Welcome to the age of paradox Where were we when the birds chirped the message and Lizards nodded in prodigious assent Bellies bulging in agreement and receding in doubt? Yet in a maddening non-choleric season We accumulate shit papers rolled in watery dreams Herd mentality entrenched by fear of the known Politicians turn conductors of tragic orchestras belting out an unending dirge Bust social safety nets torn by goodwill Trillions were thrown on rusty guns, grenades and jammed hardware Billions doled to imaginary poorest of the poor that none could sight no matter where you look Pandemic of corruption erupts in millions of innovative streaks Welcome to the age of paradox Welcome to the age of paradox Since accumulation remains the creed even in a season of death Today we wonder if home is where the heart is Why the restless feet sliding from locked door to locked door Seeking a break to jump into the brutish Embrace of brutes in jackboots who had forgotten their heart at loveless homes Licensed to roam the streets and threaten daughters, mothers and wives with poisoned arrows beneath their belts In the gloom and the doom The rich and power brokers once proud of being peripatetic now deny their vagabond history But all end at the same dilapidated rat infested gates Of illness clinics they refused to fund Welcome to the age of paradox Welcome to the age of paradox No search warrants, no docks, no pleadings to their lordships No judgements, yet the world is sentenced Locked down, locked in, locked up Terror as running noses paralyze motion And a mere sneeze shames star olympians Locked down, locked in, locked up, locked out We attend parties of the mind and throw banters in the air Spiders spin intricate webs beneath swivel chairs And workers speak keyboard to keyboard Minds sanitized, shut eyes opened with Hands trapped under running water from long dried faucets Welcome to the age of paradox Welcome to the age of paradox Emptied of corona-virus bats now sleep by night Men loaded down wheeze and doze in the crack between day and the night But if bats birthed the pain why are men still bent on stealing their homes? Habitats vanish, species go extinct, yet 10 humans are trapped in 3 X 3m boxes! What if Coronavirus is your Frankenstein or the genie that escaped the cork? Hidden amazements torment our hearts As these our relatives evicted from their homes Seek habitations and knocked on our doors Cashless society starves while cash gets stoked in billionaires’ bottomless pockets Gate keepers shout the world’s population must be cut by 15 per cent Way to knock off the stats that their wealth equals that of the rest of the world Why don’t the rich line their golden necks on the slaughter slab Or be the first to be vaccinated against the virus of greed? Welcome to the age of paradox
Nnimmo Bassey directs the ecological think tank Health of Mother Earth Foundation (HOMEF), and is a member of the Coalition for Socio-Ecological Transformation (CoSET), Nigeria.
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