Browsing ktravula – a travelogue! blog archives for the day Wednesday, January 12th, 2011.

On Jos, Again

This is how I usually know that something bad has happened in Jos again. My stat counter starts showing new readers coming in after searching for phrases like “Jos killing” or “Jos crises” or “fight in Jos” or “hausa and fulani”.  It’s heartbreaking. Every day, new figures of people killing each other makes it even harder to grieve without asking if there’s not much more we can do to prevent future occurrences.Government won’t solve it either so we’re here wringing hands.

I have written a few posts on my thoughts on Jos, my visit to the town in July 2010, and a conversation I had with a few citizens while there. We have even raised money to send to the victims of the first major wave of attacks last year. Now, all of it seems so grossly inadequate to deal with a deteriorating state of things in a once peaceful place. Security officials are complicit and nothing seems to be working. Greedy politicians are busy slugging it out with themselves for the ticket to the next election while compatriots reduce themselves to ruins. Plateau has turned into a state of nature, and yes, it does have fanatical religion tied to its root cause.

So what needs to be done? Another state-of-emergency? A dialogue among all stakeholders so that they find a permanent solution to the conflict? A UN intervention? More guns, so that when each side is armed, there will be no monopoly on violence? Or a continued preaching of love so that everyone gets along? Do we need the African Union? I’m open to ideas because I haven’t come up with a satisfactory one.

Stoning the Devil

written originally for Iraq, and Mecca, and Amina Lawal about to be stoned: March 2003. Now also for Kano, and Afghanistan, and Mali…

A million march of contrite feet
Have trudged on these bright hallowed grounds
While rams of hate graze along in God’s own fields.

Heavy paces in annual contrition
Have trekked like peasant armies on a sea of evil heads,
On thousand squelching grains of stone
As small rocks of war.

Thousand heads have rolled in this dust
In mounds against target gods…

“We are stoning the Devil”
We are always stoning the devil.

Eternal zest with religious strength
Have pelted the Significant with harsh pellets
And a stone will to fiery extinction, yearly,
At varying levels of human will…

“Gbosa!”

Rocks have darted across in wilful spread
on evil personified ahead of the surging crowd.
Hate yet thrives in unnumbered axes
In rains and moulds, on hills and western skies.

So cast the first stone then
When evil remains in hearts across the open earth.
Cast a stone as hate grips like a fiery noose
Around a strained neck of drunken love?

Cast the first stone.

On a crooked way to light
Always lies this crude, black rock.

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Culled from Headfirst into the Meddle (2005)

(c) Kola Tubosun.