The Anthills, By Enewaridideke Ekanpou

By: Enewaridideke Ekanpou

Sometimes the anthills are forgotten;
Sometimes the anthills are accused of waging a silent war against them;
Sometimes the anthills are called names and antagonised;
Sometimes the anthills are called bad names and quarantined, without a word of defence from the anthills;
Sometimes the anthills are mocked when they should be applauded;
Sometimes the anthills are feared and pursued like a ‘fedekimi’ that haunts a household;
Sometimes the anthills are plotted against when they should be integrated;
Sometimes the anthills are beaten mercilessly;
Sometimes the anthills are wounded;
Sometimes their wounds are celebrated;
Sometimes the anthills are conquered;
Sometimes their being conquered wildly celebrated;
Sometimes the.anthills are left behind and celebrated by those who left them;
Sometimes the anthills are hopeless, full of tears for being abandoned;
Sometimes the anthills are always crowned the kings of the savannah, beyond jeers and abandonment;
Sometimes the anthills are the refuge of those who destroyed the land, only too incapacitated to wipe out the anthills;
So it is with all true agitators whose pair of compass is firmness.

Dr. Ekanpou writes from Akparemogbene, Delta State.