By Fred Nwaozor
If
the news that’s currently making rounds on the social media holds water, then
Wednesday, 16th November 2016 – a day that reportedly claimed the life of a
7-year-old boy owing to alleged attempted misdemeanour – was another day
Nigeria, and mankind at large, would live to mourn; a day that would cease to
rest until justice is duly done to wickedness; a day that would stop at nothing
to ensure that humanity is separated from insanity.
Even
if he was more than seven years, or involved in felony as claimed by the
police, did it call for such reaction? As I sat soberly and tried to recall the
news, my emotions kept burning until I ostensibly lost my senses that I could
not see nor hear anything, not even the like of the horn of a moving train.
Whilst in the tattered mood, my utmost worry remained that, the public kept
watching the scene until the fire engulfed that helpless ‘kid’; probably they
were deriving pleasure from it. Worse still, the scene was videotaped, perhaps
having been considered a mere melodrama.
Any
sane and rational since takes a closer look at these two observations would
begin to wonder how wicked the heart of man is, as well as in whose image he
was really made of. It is even more overwhelming to realize that the police, or
any other law enforcement agency, was nowhere to be found throughout the
incident that lasted for over an hour. I am yet to believe that while the
duration of administering the obnoxious jungle justice lingered, no bit of
notice got to any security outfit within, in spite of the obvious fact that the
arena in question is urban.