A generation of stowaways.

“A less accentuated but equally significant factor that contributes to such cross-continental movements is the perceptions that travellers have of the receiving country. Because such perceptions are often formed from a distance, they are sometimes warped or not properly vetted with the realities in the receiving countries. What we will call naïve or ignorant perceptions (IP).”-Exodus from –      -Africa: Expectations versus Realities in the immigrant Experience.

Growing up, we all believed in magic, in happily ever afters and the delusion that if we went farther up in the sky, we could touch the gates of heaven. But through the motions of living and breathing, the upheavals of math and science in grade school, puberty and all its attendant hormones; we get the shocker of our dreams  – life isn’t the bed of roses we’ve cracked it up to be!

Personally, I used to have this dream, you see? Since the cosmic gods had failed to deliver me to be birthed into royalty; I figured I was going to reenact my very own Swan Princess tale. I was going to be the ugly duckling that became the swan when she married the prince and they lived happily ever after in the far away land. Ha! You’ve got to love the power of Disney! It didn’t take too long for that bubble to burst. I learned, and fast too, that an excellent motion picture isn’t reality!

I think of Daniel now and it doesn’t faze me in the least why a twelve year old kid would want to hide himself in the tyre compartment of a plane in hopes that he’d miraculously land in the USA when the plane arrives its destination. Why? I see and hear it every day in/from above average kids around me. They are the ones who want to be “Kim Kardashian”, the ones whose future ambition is to become “a celebrity”, the ones who want to fly even before they’d had a chance at crawling. But that’s the thing with childhood; it’s that magical age when you can be and do anything in your imagination. It’s the age of innocence and gullibility!

What then do we say about the “adult” Daniels? What is their excuse/problem (depending on which side of the divide you’re on)? All I see is a bunch of people with a warped mentality and a complex; a mentality that seems to say Made in Nigeria is not “make” enough. From the poorly lit Nollywood dramas to the fabricated and one-sided stories of their kin washing granny diapers abroad, these Daniels think Oyibo land is “Heaven on earth”.

It was sometime in 2000 I watched a CNN Presents documentary – Exodus from Africa. I was but a wee tot (tongue in cheek) but the programme was riveting enough. I saw how grown men (and women) in search of greener pastures left the shores of Africa for the Whiteman’s land on a torturous journey through the Sahara desert. I saw gaunt looking people, dirty, thirsty; people who had lost relatives on the same journey; people who had lost everything but this hope that once on Oyibo shores, their lives would be better. I saw pictures of a desert littered with human bones and wondered how that wasn’t a deterrent for these weary wayfarers? I saw people who having endured nature at her harshest and still had human adversity in the form of immigration to contend with but were undaunted in their quest, and tried to wrap my head around the insanity. I saw how the “lucky” few who made it through to Spain had to sleep on cold streets and eat scrapes for nourishment, and my mom made a quip about those of us who had but refused to eat; and at that point the dam of my heart flooded.

Brainwash is a powerful thing; it can make a hungry man full and a lame man walk. But it can also make a man abandon his wife and kids for years on end just for the curse of the dollar. Ignorance of the facts would also make young girls go after a man just because he has been to, to the utter chagrin of our home bred men. A brand of this misconceived perception still keeps our hospitals in a deteriorating state of “out-of-stock-itis” enabling our leaders and wealthy lot flock abroad to German and Saudi hospitals. Isn’t it an inferiority complex that would cause a heavily pregnant and almost due woman to hop on a plane in hopes of giving birth to her baby in the UK just so he could bear the tag “British”? What is the name for the condition that has left our universities stuck in the 19th century while kids of the haves shoot breeze (ahem… coke) overseas? Do we seriously blame Daniel for trying?

At whose door do we lay the blame? Surely not Hollywood or Nollywood, they’d have you believe what you will. We are but a generation of quick fixes with get-rich-quick schemes popping up left, right and centre. We alone can rid ourselves and our children of this brainwash. Whatever makes us think that if we can’t make it here we’d do so elsewhere? Do we have to go abroad to give birth to children of foreign citizenship? Do we have to demean ourselves for the dollar/pound? Daniel had the excuse of being naïve; what do the rest of us have to say for ourselves?

#still typing in my sleepless state! 

Dream Deferred II

Still on our “Dream Deferred” series, I had to track down a poem which partly influenced my last post. Thought you might enjoy it, happy reading and answer the question for yourself:

Harlem (Langston Hughes 1902-1967)

What happens to a dream deferred?

 

Does it dry up

like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore-

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over-

like a syrupy sweet?

 

Maybe it just sags

like a heavy load.

 

Or does it explode?

Choice @ its most unforgivable!

It was a crowded market place; traders and their customers had momentarily abandoned their posts. Everyone wanted to get a glimpse and perhaps a piece of the action. The nooses were set. Goons or armed sentinels, take your pick, at the ready. The atmosphere was charged. It was to be a show like no other. We were to be hanged for committing “the unforgivable sin”!

There’s something about dreams, you know? Everything looks so real and tangible. My heart was actually thumping fast. My “cohorts” were scribbling farewell letters to their families. For a brief second, I thought about doing the same but what was I supposed to say in the letter? Every eye was teary and those who still had “faith” were crying to the Creator. You could tell hearts were being ripped out. It was all happening so fast. Like most dreams, you don’t know where it actually begins and almost always, the end is cut off by either nature calling on you to go relieve yourself or someone tap tapping on your door, waking you up for prayers! Most times, it’s a reprieve from something sinister, at other times; you wish you were there to see how things pan out.

On this particular night, I was glad the trajectory of my nightmare (?) was disturbed. Imagine been hanged because you went “against nature”. Imagine it happening away from home and away from where you knew anyone and you’ve got no chance to say your goodbyes and make your peace speeches. Imagine not having a clue as to how you got to be in that situation in the first place. Imagine living in a society where difference is abhorred; one’s sexual proclivities is everyone else’s business and the ultimate price was to be paid for daring to be who you are, different! Elsewhere, I had said this of tolerance; I see it as the ability to let something different be different. Here’s the thing, you don’t have to like it, just leave it well enough alone.

Dreams are said to be recollections of the subconscious of what went on earlier on in the day. Failing that, my dream could as easily have been a metaphor for something else. I don’t know, I am kind of in need someone to play Joseph to my Pharaoh now.

Before I had the dream, I was discussing my favourite show with my brother, Modern Family. He doesn’t care much for it because in his words: “there are gay people in it.” He couldn’t stand the thought of watching them. He couldn’t be bothered by my trivia that nothing “gay” goes on on the show. After that chat with him, I was flipping through the pages of The Nation newspaper, doing what I do best- searching for novel words, when I came across an article about the world going gay. Before all that, I had seen a movie in which a guy lost his family when they found out he was gay. At that point, I had to stop and ask someone: what is so wrong with being gay? I’d never forget the look I got from a friend when I asked him that question. He said to me: “I’d pretend you didn’t ask that question.” But seriously, I want to know. Everyone is going homophobic around me and I would like to know if this is the worst sin there is. If for instance it carries more consequence than other sexual sin- fornication, adultery, prostitution, child molestation, bestiality, masturbation, pornography, rape, incest; killing in all its forms- homicide, suicide, euthanasia, abortion, carnage, etc; theft in the vagaries of pilfering, shop lifting, armed robbery, ballot stuffing, tax evasion, internet fraud (yahoo yahoo, 419), exam malpractice, etc or even lying in the forms of slander or libel; how about other acts that go against nature or what the Creator intended like; child trafficking, kidnapping, vandalism, covetousness, maiming, racism, pride, anger, malice, grumbling and murmuring (after all every youth in Nigeria is now a social commentator with an axe to grind with the government), …. I want to know what makes any one of us qualified enough to cast the first stone.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not coming out of the closet here or anything like that but I really want to know; why do we as a people have so much hatred for something we don’t understand or can’t even explain?

# Hey, just musing out loud here!