The Atrophy of The Human Resource

 
Once I built a railroad worth a damn, now that I'm done, brother can you spare a dime -Rudy
Vallee
 
I went to Kwara state Polytechnic to deliver hard drives a la ZMP; and met a blind woman begging for sustenance with a baby on her back. What struck me more was her plaintive cries, not one I was used to for she kept saying E ni tunnse mo o.(May you not do it again). Maybe she heard they were writing their final papers and naturally was praying against carry overs,  but I thought further; Maybe just maybe she was projecting from a life of blindness and being trapped in a body, with a baby on her back and an understanding of life being suffering and simply wishing we never do all of it again.
 
Another set of graduands were hyper signing out and I remembered mine some years back and boy did I have words for them. Suddenly it felt weird, they kind of looked like my old classmates and I felt I was reliving an old dream. I saw semblance in mannerisms, quirks, ploys, and calls for attention, and I thought oh shit this thing can not be stopped or slowed down! It is a lizard business!! All of life is a business!!. This world is a breeders farm and another set are slated to do this same thing over again. Wasn't the Buddha right after all if life is a recurring forget, Isn't this a microscopic insight into the accursed game of Samsara?
 
These people aren’t human and couldn’t be called so until they remember who they are and that they have done all these before. “Nigeria” therefore is a demonic tax churn in form of hope and chore from lizard duplicate dying and returning in a wheel of birth and  death forgetting every time. The woman must have heard about a 100 exams and can only pray truly that they never come back to this school or life again, I certainly said Amen.
 
Population increase stems from crude oil, rice or starch consumption, which brings in the heaviness, laziness, tricycles, motorcycle riding as a profession, proliferation of churches and the chore as work. Which inevitably leads to the destruction of your society.
When they come to your community they come with tricycle and rice, big building and big business and frequent accidents and blood shed, when you notice all these thing then you know the demons are in your community. What did the trick? What brought confidence in the system if not procreation and the assured epsilonism of your offspring as another workforce designated spore slated for a heart attack or a stroke in head bent orgasm run without every reading Diderot or Monstesqieu, and it is on purpose.
Nigeria is a geographical taciturn prison of verminism and disgusting living. As a child to be born into this is to born with a lid on your very being, one you can only wash off with a life of spirituality and reading every single day.
They need to know that this blood they have involved for the sake of “growth” will haunt them for there is no such thing as infinite growth and as we cry through our very existence, we must come to the singular fact that the human resource of Nigeria has atrophied. There are a lot  of these lizard duplicate, few are men.
These duplicates live to only pollute, destroy and consume have come to chase out our peace of mind for restlessness and chore the destruction of our very habitat. Our very survival depend on them transmuting or leaving the country, It is really is a problem when a group of grafted minions are locust like driven to pillage and out-populate you in your own country under the guise of orthodoxy and religion. It can be quite the hydra.
 
Pumped and bloated up with sugar, they used social media to completely the destroy the family unit, targeting the narcissistic gene every one has masturbated to their god complex and can’t be stopped, killing off community which the fibre of our humanity. Another upcoming artiste, another hairdresser, another tailor, another Yahoo boy with bleached legs and flagrant dressing. If you can’t see the animal then what can you see?
On the topic of being inured, Today’s youth who are addicted to micro dosing, profligate sex and social media have their mind fried spewing hypnopaedia are a business and I mean as is, and also as a group of ferrets murmuring conversations of cliches.
 
God no go shame us, Dey play, Oya, Hustle o, Owo ni koko, gbe fun are the parenthesis of their coeval locutions, equations and bland conversations
Sleep derived, goad and inured and still their minds are fried and accelerated,with social media, the average young Nigerian can’t even laugh heartily again, and it is by design. They are  duplicate, a business, A spending bloated orthodox zombie mired in celebrity gossip and tik tok.
In this country run my blood, these lizards are everywhere constituting a  population increase, but this is sheer wickedness in that they are hand in glove with organized religion to completely suppress, subjugate and to avoid any form iof critical thinking and mutiny  Only a daft person will render  mere to the depraved comedy, it is indeed wickedness, for this  chaff living and market society will be left by those who like it as it, because of the tax it breeds.
Wickedness because they know that as the system atrophies the highest that will happen is that people will commit suicide in droves, be driven to depression and madness which keeps their property and the system in place. A system of sewage, tax churn, population increase, atrophy and bio warfare forked from the devil excrement by people who don’t consider us human, These Marslow’s demons braving a flawed ethos perpetuate then this civilization of hunger.
The powers that be already knew that this would happen which is why they were busying buying land in hectares and fencing communal land and building camps in form of churches and private universities. One man in the north has 5 private universities, That is 5 different mini state of choice  and they are like his own personalized bunkers.  They only need to employ military personnel and kill off any hunger driven intruder while they farm on the hectares of land that they have acquired on the ignorance of the masses.
 
As humanity atrophies and outlives it’s usefulness, I only wish I could go back in time and meet my 15 years old self telling him, make sure you steal even if it’s a thousand naira a day from your mother’s shop and save it in a bank so that when you finish from the university you would buy a plot of land in any state of your choice, and open your own business while you farm eggs and vegetable and subsist in the plot.
For as we approach the atrophy of the human resource, coupled with the fast paced automation and a desiccation of living as a whole, I fee l truly sorry for those who spent money trying to earn a master degree or on any other venture besides buying land and farming on it. I lament my once pumped up pride and importance during my time in the university.  I dream daily of a 10 acres fenced with my permaculture garden, 5 cats, 2 golden retrievers, lying down under an Avocado or Ogbono tree with a shotgun on my chest, spliff in between my index and Bill Callahan playing on my headset. For now however I join in subsisting apprehensively in sodomy’s nest.
 
 
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