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The #ENdSARS protester paraded beautiful youth in a careless style. He was the plebeian statue sculpted of spunk and spittle. Governors, lawmakers, and the presidency considered him to be a dangerous cuss. But he saw himself otherwise.
Youth resurrected In truth, he was the proverbial yowl plundering rage slipshod, a revolutionary of dubious grace. His flashing eyes, vagrant rage, combined insolent swag with gruff panache. Flashing eyes may command and pierce but they can also incinerate from within. Ever wonder why the protests imploded and died?
Violence was a mutation of the #EndSARS protest. When it broke, it was uninformed, primitive, and vast, like the chaos of savage night before the dawn of blossoms.
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Yet dawn erupts with sickly. Despite the flowery fantasies of the protesters, their clamoured dawn illumines with moonshine.
Yet the fruits of the protests are negative for the same reason that they are positive for the youth; the resultant mayhem counsels the need for caution, tact and masterful self-containment. One positive takeaway from the protests is the timeless opportunity it offers to the youth to regroup and restrategise.
Come 2023, they won’t seize power from the incumbent class. That is a tall dream. But this minute, they could set about reordering in numbers and might to renegotiate the nature and extent of their participation in the political process.
Their inability to truly unite for the good of all and their incapacity for a decent connection with the public and rational engagement with the government manifested as a desperate defect.
The most sublime act they could have aspired to was the renegotiation of their terms of political engagement en route the 2023 general elections and further.
But they blew it. And it is quite saddening that many would rather seek cheap consolation and play to the gallery by romanticising the Lekki Tollgate shooting as a massacre.
There was a shooting there quite alright and it was in bad taste, but there was no massacre.
Of course, several writers, presumed and self-appointed leaders of thought, celebrities, and fame junkies would rail and declare it politically-incorrect, their frantic grief is understandable.
I accord them their right to it. “We move,” to echo one of #EndSARS purgative slogans.
With #EndSARS, the youth seemed to speak with one voice but all they did was weaponise dissent and angst into a shrill orchestra.
For a generation that prides itself on its disruptive capacities, their response to disruption was frantic, juvenile, and predictable – which further affirms the pointlessness of their rudderless protests.
Contempt was a black hole of the protests; the disdain for constructive criticism, and a spiralling convolution of psyche. Little wonder the movement unfurled ethically-knocked.
There is no gainsaying many of the protesters have learnt that you don’t cherry-pick aspects of a revolution to fulfill your narrative of hope; life happens through revolt. And you deal with the results of your action and inaction through the storms.
Its inspiring that the youth have finally woken up. They have realised that our expectations for a better future have been obliterated on the watch of a selfish political class thus the urgent need for an overhaul of the status quo.