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A Lamentation for Ezeonyeagwalam With Rev Canon Chinemerem Uche

The Ezeonyeagwalam might be a politician, a chief executive of a company, a religious leader, a natural ruler or even a school prefect. The Ezeonyeagwalams represents leaders who rule the people with impunity, not minding their right to freedom and liberty. Here goes a lamentation for him:

The khaki boys took us captive with the gun, but you, O, Ezeonyeagwalam took our spirits captive without firing a shot. You turned our Bible the fountain of freedom into your mammon that produced the material that broke the chains of our bond into your house of bondage. Ezeonyeagwalam sits in his palace encapsulated by his fortress of towering ego, strengthened by the pillars of self over estimation and collapsible pride. Ezeonyeagwalam has seemingly succeeded in polluting the pollination of our glowing flowers, planted in hope of the glorious harvest. Just as Isaiah 5 says “I will sing for the one I love a song about his vineyard: My loved one had a vineyard on a fertile hillside. He dug it up and cleared it of stones and planted it with the choicest vines. He built a watchtower in it and cut out a winepress as well. Then he looked for a crop of good grapes, but it yielded only bad fruit.” (Isa 5:1-2 NIV). See how many of our children given to you to raise stand the risk of being uprooted. O how I pray that these teeming youths whom you have turned into your canon fodders will realize that “Even now the ax of God’s judgment is poised, ready to sever the roots of the trees. Yes, every tree that does not produce good fruit will be chopped down and thrown into the fire.” (Matt 3:10). It is time to resist the Ezeonyeagwalams that made our vines to become isles of vanity. You have destroyed our capacity to discern the original from the fake. Now many of our enchanted folks praise the lizard because you forced us to ordain them crocodiles. These same lizards still stand by the river bank, reluctant to swim and only nodding to the cacophony of your rhythm. The more we praised your nakedness, the more you grew in your resolve to annihilate our courage to live by the truth. We drank your wine to vote for you, took bags of rice and salt in hope that your ascendancy to the throne will translate to abundance. Unfortunately we have become poorer, poorer than church rat, because we sold our conscience.