True friendship Is Missing

Our forefathers enjoyed what we called true friendship. At that time, a true friend genuinely and tirelessly "...loveth at all times..." (Proverbs 17:17). Infact, Francois de La Rochefoucauld was not less right when he said "A true friend is the greatest of all blessings". If you have friends then you have everything. But what can we say of friends in this dispensation?

Sadly, it brings tears to my humble eyes to note that true friends are rare and a nightmare on the Earth we both love and share. 

Nowadays, it is those we called friends that can easily kill us. While some enemies are easily known.  Some friends  are like rats. They will be fanning and  biting you at the same time. 

Oh Earth and it's dwellers! Where are the true friends that offered shoulders, hope and love as of old? I mean like in the days of our forefathers

Come back to the community we built and let's drink herbal cocktail, sing, crack jokes and dance together. 

The blazing waves of this world has taken you away. When would you come back to our father's land? 

Before betrayals, greed, selfishness and corruption  alteredo bonds and the amount of time we spend together. Leaving only loneliness and broken walls 

We were like the seimese twins. We were like songs and the heart. We can't do without  each other. Today, the world like the roken fence to our garden where we sing beautiful songs stands to exposes our ignorance to mockery

I remember lucidly, how we used to go hunting fearlessly in the thick forests. Not minding the harsh weathers. Be it rainy or dry seasons killing 8 to 10 wild games per day. I remember when we used to chase phytons in the forest. Simply because we are two walking together

I won't forget how we used to dive and swime at River Ocheche. How we used to do hide and seek game at Aji-Suki and Ega River. 

While growing up, we were meek like the dove

Choosing our high and low at will 

Not knowing the ills of the society

I remember those days when you and

 I would sits in my father's compound dragging who will scratch the under  pot of left over food warmed by my beautiful mother

I remember how we were wondering why food cooked during meetings or festivals where sweeter than ordinary days. We used to wish it would be cooked daily.

Since our friendship has failed and bond broken due to betrayals, greed etc. We no longer offer one another love, trust and hope. A little we try to do will be breaking news. Showing we are rich and those you grew up with as paupers. A thousand naira help will be posted on social media handles and topic of discussion at every joints

O friendship has deserted our nation long long time ago. In retrospect, we are friends but no more. Now we are friends in chains of hatred and will detests seeing others rising more than us. 

I long for the old days where we will sit looking at the moon and drinking local tea. 

If you are ever alive and we meet me again. I'll love to  drink tea with you. Even if it's 1000 years from now the memory of our true friendship will never die