The life in Anthony agbaje

Everyday the poor live, the memory of pain live with them. They sleep and wake with it. Always life remains the same without change. Is never a stratify story that the poor in the version of existence are living. It is a reality that never speaks of how the history of millions of poor in ghettos, in the world they carry their life in thorny plate.

In this ghetto I long visited, it tells a lot of stories which the ink can’t exhaust inscribing all day. The motive for this is that, the everyday that passes the volume of rag-tag colony experiences continues to fill the basin. These experiences weigh volumes or scenes of how an oppressed class is deprive from the value of having life to fullness, is categorize to remain in such an environment that today and tomorrow will never stop bleeding pains and tears.

When I was in this community life there has no meaning in the book of those acclaim government who uses the poor plight as an opportunity to bridge their interest, by claiming they are turning things around in the ghetto community, which is the residence of poverty. The houses there are contesting with the ground. Their excretive wastages are offer to the canal as sacrificial lamb. The street is planted with dirt of industrial commodity. The puerile there is another version of what history of class explains. The pattern and structure of houses there are some wooden, some collapse and rebuild shanty with the peanut of the poor living there, because they have no place to go from here. Just like I reminiscent when I was privilege to interview a man named tuned from Kwara state, who told me that all his years of twenty in this ghetto community after the migration from south west to Lagos, he hasn’t see any changes of better of life. Others again, are abandon buildings where the poor children usually convert to their playing field, because the street road has been design with dirt covering the sand. And the simple reason for this is because, when there is flood, the street will bowl the infected water, while the house will housed it as a wedlock wife or husband.

Still, the houses of this poor wretch people carry the posters of those politicians whose faces and policy stand as a threat to the people living in this community (Anthony agbaje). The various logos and color flags in these posters were the same set of gangsters politicians, who have structure the meaning of life to meaningless in a community like this. Their color flags are the colors of ACN, PDP, CPC and all parties that pen down selling life to more slavery to the shark in west and Far East across the national the border, not excluding the rogues within.

Walking down the street, the features of life represent how terribly it is for those poor who in all ramification of life, with the kind of life they live there (here) are easily prone to any kind of diseases; that I doubt is not going to leave their flesh and colony. With the structure of life there, it means diseases are what marry all their existential life all through. Like the water they bath and drink is already bombarded with micro-organism bacteria. There is no how people won’t need water, because from common sense, the poor there knows very well that water is everything to life. But the kind of water that runs through the pipe passes through the stinking mold water that during wet season is pool in the community; which these wretch poor people drink and used virtually for all everything they do.

The poor in this rag-tag world tells the true history of a class that is fence with poverty. The resources of the state already has being ration to themselves and cohort in business, all in the name of “development”, who in public office the screen, daily’s never stop blowing trumpet that they were friends of the poor. But the life in Anthony Agbaje open the agenda of these rogues called capitalist politicians, whose acclaims democracy is for them and they alone juxtaposed with the abundance in a country like Nigeria. 

My tour to this community is to tell our head that life in slum is created by those enemies of life, whose agenda is pocketing more with their neo-liberal policy of cut-to- pieces. To believe for once that Nigerian politicians will turn things around, is like saying a lion can father and mother a goat; which in all sense of it is not possible. This is not a sleep of tongue, is a confirmation of profit economy have structure life to this column of misery.

Life in Anthony Agbaje is an everyday life that unfolds the hideous ghetto slum life under a continental control of continuous slice by the bull-dogs.