SO THAT MAN MAY BE FREE
Michael Femi Ewetuga
There are many people in the world and despite governments’ efforts all over the world to
count their citizens and residents, personally, I think it is futile. Counting is good for
planning purposes and that’s about it because there is no way the exact figure can be
arrived at.
When you look at all the people in the world then you start to appreciate those who left their
feet on the sand of time, people who did things that is worth remembering them for, the
heroes, the champions of the poor and the helpless, those leaders who really had the
wellbeing of their people at heart.
There are the other people in the opposite side, people who hate, people who preached
injustice and perpetrated it, people whom the plight of the poor is entertainment and to
whom their cry of helplessness is music. People who preached segregation and
supremacies, arch angel of the devil, the heartless, the rogues, the unimaginative, the
tormentors of the human souls, the devil walking around fooling themselves in their
stupidity that they are superior.
The good news is while we scratch our heads to remember some of these monsters the
names of the good people come to our tongue effortlessly and naturally. The bad people
are perhaps necessary to show us the strength and the power of the personalities of the
good people, just like darkness helps us to appreciate the light.
When I think about these heroes, they give me hope and they assure me that even if I can’t
be like them at least I can appreciate what being good means, I can appreciate the
strength of their characters and I can thank them for making me walk with my head held
high knowing that I am human and I have dignity and no one should have the power, no
matter their positions, to strip me of that dignity.
I am happy because they showed me that I am alive, that I am a special being that God in
his plans took time to think about and I know that he thought about me because I am here,
breathing and feeling, tasting and smelling, my senses are alive. I am happy that they
showed me that the wicked one is after all just human, he is not God and he cannot be
God because when all is said and done the words of the bible shall come to past we are
made from dust and to it we shall return.
The wicked ones die too and they lay helpless and if you carry their hands they will fall right
back down, they are subject to the laws of gravity and if I was a church “goer” at this minute
I will shout “HALLELUJAH”. May God punish any man, who because he is in position, uses
his position to subject human beings, made by God, to inhuman conditions.
I have seen the mountain top too and I might not get there but when I visited the mountain
top I saw that the last laugh belongs to the masses of this world and that the memories of
the wicked ones and their offspring will be subjected to much scorn and curses. If there’s
indeed a hell fire some people committed enough atrocities for one to wish them to burn
forever.
I read and I marveled and I appreciated the fact that some people stood face to face with
death and demanded justice, that word that has no meaning to some dumb people who
do not appreciate the differences in others. If God or nature or whoever in your believe
created us wanted us to be the same he wouldn’t have created us different.
Senseless men, intolerant and fearful of differences, killing and maiming because they do
not understand that there’s strength in diversity, God bless that philosopher who said no
man is so foolish as to be completely useless. It takes a man of reason and a man of
honor and a man of respect to see wisdom in what ordinarily appears foolish and to give
honor even when people felt it was not deserved and to show respect even to people that
are regarded as being beneath him because none is. The power to reason is a privilege
God gave to people it is not something that is to be used to ridicule others or to point out
their inadequacies.
Some people will suffer injustice so that they will not be killed, they wait for the injustice to
go away instead of facing it but not these heroes to them their lives were nothing, justice,
to them, is everything. Like Peter Tosh said, “everyone is crying out for peace, none is
crying out for justice, I don’t want no peace, I need equal right and justice”. He was not
foolish for saying he didn’t want peace, he knew that where there’s equal rights and justice
there will be peace.
Maybe you don’t want to die, maybe you feel like that is better than equal rights and justice,
you are dead anyway. You are dead when you cannot be a dad to your children, you are
dead when you cannot put food on their table and you are definitely dead when you allow
anyone to treat you like a nonentity.
Heroes are humans, they have their faults too and sometimes they realize that before their
death like Malcolm X, Malcolm Little, El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz or whatever you want to call
him did for he said before his death “I have met blonde-haired, blued-eyed men I could call
my brothers." He realized that men, regardless of color, nationality or creed are the same,
a spiritual reawakening, and a fundamental realization.
Malcolm, a man, who like his father, was not afraid to fight so that his people can be free, a
man who did not hide the iniquity of his own leader, holding his allegiance to his God, his
people and his conscience. A man who in the face of death stood for the truth, a man who
paid the ultimate price leaving behind his children his responsibilities and instead
shoulder the responsibilities of those he did not know but to whom he felt like one with
because he felt their pains, because he heard their cries and because like them he was
crying too and when tears of water was not enough to take away the injustice he shed the
ultimate tears, the tears of blood. He did not shed his blood to atone for our sins; he shed
his blood so that we may walk on it free. For doing that I say thank you Malcolm and I also
want to say that despite the fact that every man has a right to decide his own destiny he
chose to align his own with that word that every man cry for in the face of injustice
FREEDOM.
Today people are governors, senators and aspiring to be president because a man,
together with like minded people, stood up in the midst of adversity and said NO to
injustice and discrimination.
In our hearts and in the hearts of our children, you will live till the world go down and those
who killed you will be forgotten like a bad tooth ache.
Michael Femi Ewetuga
There are many people in the world and despite governments’ efforts all over the world to
count their citizens and residents, personally, I think it is futile. Counting is good for
planning purposes and that’s about it because there is no way the exact figure can be
arrived at.
When you look at all the people in the world then you start to appreciate those who left their
feet on the sand of time, people who did things that is worth remembering them for, the
heroes, the champions of the poor and the helpless, those leaders who really had the
wellbeing of their people at heart.
There are the other people in the opposite side, people who hate, people who preached
injustice and perpetrated it, people whom the plight of the poor is entertainment and to
whom their cry of helplessness is music. People who preached segregation and
supremacies, arch angel of the devil, the heartless, the rogues, the unimaginative, the
tormentors of the human souls, the devil walking around fooling themselves in their
stupidity that they are superior.
The good news is while we scratch our heads to remember some of these monsters the
names of the good people come to our tongue effortlessly and naturally. The bad people
are perhaps necessary to show us the strength and the power of the personalities of the
good people, just like darkness helps us to appreciate the light.
When I think about these heroes, they give me hope and they assure me that even if I can’t
be like them at least I can appreciate what being good means, I can appreciate the
strength of their characters and I can thank them for making me walk with my head held
high knowing that I am human and I have dignity and no one should have the power, no
matter their positions, to strip me of that dignity.
I am happy because they showed me that I am alive, that I am a special being that God in
his plans took time to think about and I know that he thought about me because I am here,
breathing and feeling, tasting and smelling, my senses are alive. I am happy that they
showed me that the wicked one is after all just human, he is not God and he cannot be
God because when all is said and done the words of the bible shall come to past we are
made from dust and to it we shall return.
The wicked ones die too and they lay helpless and if you carry their hands they will fall right
back down, they are subject to the laws of gravity and if I was a church “goer” at this minute
I will shout “HALLELUJAH”. May God punish any man, who because he is in position, uses
his position to subject human beings, made by God, to inhuman conditions.
I have seen the mountain top too and I might not get there but when I visited the mountain
top I saw that the last laugh belongs to the masses of this world and that the memories of
the wicked ones and their offspring will be subjected to much scorn and curses. If there’s
indeed a hell fire some people committed enough atrocities for one to wish them to burn
forever.
I read and I marveled and I appreciated the fact that some people stood face to face with
death and demanded justice, that word that has no meaning to some dumb people who
do not appreciate the differences in others. If God or nature or whoever in your believe
created us wanted us to be the same he wouldn’t have created us different.
Senseless men, intolerant and fearful of differences, killing and maiming because they do
not understand that there’s strength in diversity, God bless that philosopher who said no
man is so foolish as to be completely useless. It takes a man of reason and a man of
honor and a man of respect to see wisdom in what ordinarily appears foolish and to give
honor even when people felt it was not deserved and to show respect even to people that
are regarded as being beneath him because none is. The power to reason is a privilege
God gave to people it is not something that is to be used to ridicule others or to point out
their inadequacies.
Some people will suffer injustice so that they will not be killed, they wait for the injustice to
go away instead of facing it but not these heroes to them their lives were nothing, justice,
to them, is everything. Like Peter Tosh said, “everyone is crying out for peace, none is
crying out for justice, I don’t want no peace, I need equal right and justice”. He was not
foolish for saying he didn’t want peace, he knew that where there’s equal rights and justice
there will be peace.
Maybe you don’t want to die, maybe you feel like that is better than equal rights and justice,
you are dead anyway. You are dead when you cannot be a dad to your children, you are
dead when you cannot put food on their table and you are definitely dead when you allow
anyone to treat you like a nonentity.
Heroes are humans, they have their faults too and sometimes they realize that before their
death like Malcolm X, Malcolm Little, El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz or whatever you want to call
him did for he said before his death “I have met blonde-haired, blued-eyed men I could call
my brothers." He realized that men, regardless of color, nationality or creed are the same,
a spiritual reawakening, and a fundamental realization.
Malcolm, a man, who like his father, was not afraid to fight so that his people can be free, a
man who did not hide the iniquity of his own leader, holding his allegiance to his God, his
people and his conscience. A man who in the face of death stood for the truth, a man who
paid the ultimate price leaving behind his children his responsibilities and instead
shoulder the responsibilities of those he did not know but to whom he felt like one with
because he felt their pains, because he heard their cries and because like them he was
crying too and when tears of water was not enough to take away the injustice he shed the
ultimate tears, the tears of blood. He did not shed his blood to atone for our sins; he shed
his blood so that we may walk on it free. For doing that I say thank you Malcolm and I also
want to say that despite the fact that every man has a right to decide his own destiny he
chose to align his own with that word that every man cry for in the face of injustice
FREEDOM.
Today people are governors, senators and aspiring to be president because a man,
together with like minded people, stood up in the midst of adversity and said NO to
injustice and discrimination.
In our hearts and in the hearts of our children, you will live till the world go down and those
who killed you will be forgotten like a bad tooth ache.
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