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By Charly Boy
I remember
growing up as a teen in Port Harcourt at number 11 Ohafia street, those were
the good old days just before our independence.
I was a very
playful kid, always rallying around me playmates who were often not in the
class of kids that my parents would have loved for me to associate with.
My parents I
remember always frowned at my choice of friends, they wanted me to keep the
company of their friends children who also went to very private schools like me
but those ones were no fun to be with, I preferred the company and friendship
of the drivers and cooks children, they were more free and had no airs about
them. In those days, I always wondered why they didn't have as many toys as I
had, or why they never had their own rooms to themselves.
Many years
down, I no longer wonder why…………
After I paid
off my parents what I owed them by obtaining a masters degree in communication.
I set in motion and activated my dream of becoming an outstanding entertainer
by building The CharlyBoy brand. Seven years of hardship, self-doubt and
obnoxious poverty paid off. My tenacity and consistency made me resolute in the
pursuit of my dream. I won against all odds.
The brand
became a Force. I mingled with all, gave hope to the less privileged, those who
suffered injustice, advocated for the rights and respect of entertainers,
jumped around with Nigerian students, okada riders, physically challenged,
military pensioners, Nigerian widows, I became the voice of the voiceless. I
built a cult follower-ship, that made the powers that be, uncomfortable. Even
before my career started, I had always known I would pitched my tent with the
masses. The Ajebutter crowd had never been my thing! So I was never afraid of
living in their mists. From the CharlyBoy bus stop in Gbagada, to the CharlyBoy
boulevard in Abuja, I felt safe living among the people even-though I could
afford to live in very exclusive areas. Hummmm I felt untouchable,
until.............
My night of
terror!!!
You never
know how safe you are till your space is violated, until you have been
terrorized and traumatized. I had my own 9/11 one fateful night in September
2011 about 11.30pm. The peace of the Punk Palace was shattered. My wife and I
were rudely awakened by screaming, shouting, general pandemonium at my gate. I
quickly zoomed in my CCTV to see what the commotion was about. I saw my two
security guards trying to contain an intruder who had invaded my residential
home. In the confusion that ensured, I picked up one of my automatic pistol and
headed to the gate house to see what was going on.
Meanwhile I
kept hearing the screaming and breaking of glasses. My wife was visibly shaken,
I didn't really know what to make of it but I felt safer with my gun in my
hand. As I came face to face with the intruder I heard him chanting Allah
hakuba, it then dawned on me what I was dealing with. One quick look around, I
saw the windscreen of all my cars had all been broken by the intruder. There
was blood scattered everywhere apparently he had cut the ears of one of my
security guards and had stabbed the other in the chest.
As I raised
my pistol to shoot this motherf**ker, the sound I heard was, click!!!!! I
forgot to load that particular gun. By the time I ran upstairs to get my Ak47,
the man had escaped leaving my security guards seriously injured. Through out
that night all the policemen at the neighborhood police post and I searched all
over for the intruder and never found him. Since then I have bought more guns,
taught my wife how to shoot and put a disclaimer in front of my house with this
signage. WE SHOOT TO KILL. I swear that man would have been my first Kill.
OUR
COLLECTIVE FIGHT AGAINST 9/11
Terrorism is
as old as man. Be it car jacking with a weapon, kidnapping, armed robbery, even
one chance. To spread terror is terrorism. Goths used it against the Romans,
CIA used it on Cuba, Boko Haram is using it on us and ISIS is using it against
the world. But despite all the fear they terrorists instill in us, we must
overcome this evil. Darkness can never overshadow light.
Remember when
the brothers in the Niger delta began their militancy by kidnapping oyibos, now
it's big business for some.
Violence
begets Violence but this violence is not what we understand.
My violence
will be for self-preservation not for self-proclamation. I will shoot to kill
who ever trespasses me and mine, not who I trespass.
Our leaders
need to understand that the war on terror if not handled properly may just be
futile. There are terrorists in every country. The task of leadership is to
ensure that they don't become a threat to the lives and property of its
citizens. How effective is our fight against terrorism in Nigeria. For how long
will we continue to hear of bombings in Nigeria? Terrorism is a mind-set and a
way of life for certain people who are not just going to “give it up." And
believe it or not, All terrorists believe they're doing the right thing for
their cause.
The worst
kind of battle to fight is with an opponent who has nothing to lose. This
terrorists have shown you that they're not afraid to die. But we are, because
it is our fundamental human right. When one of them sacrifices their life in a
bombing, there will always be someone ready to step up.
You will be
surprised how poverty, unemployment and hopelessness can stimulate the youths
in becoming creatively evil. Our leaders are failing to see that Terrorism can
be eliminated when our youths are literate and skilled, when poverty and hunger
are eliminated, when the youths are gainfully employed. When they stop stealing
away their future.
By Charly Boy
Well said
ReplyDeleteShameful that pple live in fear in dat country.
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