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Greater truth than this has never been spoken👌*
*THE YORUBAS ARE BECOMING AN INSECURE, FRIGHTENED AND SECOND-RATE NATION*
By Kola Odetola
No woman likes a clingy, insecure man. But that is what we Yorubas are becoming, a frightened, insecure and second-rate nation. So fearful that we can't even accept one of our own because his mother is Igbo. There was a time when the word swagger was synonymous with the Yoruba. Reflecting self assurance and confidence. We exuded belief. The Igbos secretly admired us. They adopted our clothes and music. They flocked to our churches.
We accommodated strangers because we were so sure of ourselves, of our standing in the world, our stature, our swag that we knew our guests were not a threat. Now all that has drained away. We are now like the insecure man who marries a pretty woman and is secretly consumed by self doubt, fearing he is not good enough for her, tracks her every movement, obsessively going through her phone, hates her male colleagues because he is petrified she will leave him for soneone better. Is this how low we have fallen that we now fear those we once used to regard as culturally inferior to us? We once said the Igbos could not dance, could not dress, lacked poise and polish, were not as read as us. Now we work ourselves into a frenzy about them taking over a Yoruba city hundreds of miles from the nearest hamlet in the South East.
One of the greatest ever Yoruba leaders Adekunle Fajuyi once gave his life rather than live with the dishonour of handing over his Igbo guest to those who wanted to murder him. We now compete with each other to denounce our Igbo guests whose only crime is trading and living in our midst, ideologically handing them bound hand and foot to the caliphate who hate and distrust us as much as they hate and distrust them.
We look for wild statements of a few Igbos to justify our fear of all of them, in doing so demonstrating not our courage but our fear, our insecurity, our deep-rooted inferiority complex towards a tribe that has outmatched us and outpaced us.
A tribe that rose from the ruins of a war in which they lost 10% of their population but refused to break, to wallow in self pity, to feel sorry for themselves, did not fear those who besieged their land, but went forth and conquered with commerce those who had conquered their land with bombs. They bought our property while we frittered the proceeds on women and easy living, then having wasted our inheritance accuse those with greater foresight and discipline of taking over land that we freely sold to them .They take care of their relatives, training them in the family trade while we turn ours to househelps and drivers. They pool their resources together while ours are used to tear our families apart. They build businesses, we chase every lowly special adviser looking for government contracts. They have learnt to thrive when marginalized - meaning that even though they are excluded from government largesse, they still have a lower level of poverty than we do.
It shows in sports. In the 1980's, the national football team was split down the middle between Igbos and Yorubas, with the Yorubas dominating the more glamorous and creative roles. For every Okala, there was an Odegbami, every Chukwu a Muda Lawal, every Stanley Okonkwo a Fekix Owolabi. But since the 90's and noughties, the roll of honour in our national game has been claimed by the Igbos. Who have the Yorubas produced to match the profile and performances of Jay Jay Okocha, Emmanuel Amuneke, Kanu Nwankwo, Mikel Obi, Vincent Onyeama. When ability, fortitude, resilience, drive and determination are needed, we see the Igbos. But when patronage, easy living and dissolute lifestyles are on show, enter the Yorubas!
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