Animal Kingdom By Pelumi Olatinpo

By Pelumi Olatimpo I am afraid. I am deeply afraid. You see, when you are young, somewhere in your teen years, the world allows you a level of ignorance, a level of navet in most things. The world is this big house into which you are born blind. And in this house, you move around by feeling your way around. Shapes and objects are first perceived through teeny hands and budding senses. Luckily, as you grow, so does your vision: total darkness become hazy, fuzzy pictures, which, in turn, translate into visions of details. And now well into my late twenties, I this week lost an instance of such ignorance. A hazy picture went 3D in a matter of minutes.Growing up in Nigeria, there was no escaping the hardship that gripped the air and stifled breath. It was everywhere you went: handicapped countrymen begging for alms, young boys and girls selling pouches of water and everything else thinkable, old men trudging along on walking sticks, wives and mothers hustling on roadsides for daily sustenance. This was (and still is) the topography of the land. A people left to themselves, to whom government is a caricature of what it is in decent lands, often found itself assuming the dual role of government and citizen. Alas, out of this morass, a menace woulld emerge. They call it Jungle Justice.read more
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