Ondo Guber
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The land is green, is green, oh, oh, oh…

The land is green, is green, can’t you see?

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Aremu nodded his affirmation as he hummed a favourite tune.

‘Everybody wants to be where the grass is green!’ he muttered as he prepared for school.

Aremu believes in the school of thought which supports that moving to a greener pasture pays more dividends than remaining in a place. In reinforcing his belief, he had informed his classmates countless number of times that if he turns out to become a farmer tomorrow, he would practice shifting cultivation system of agriculture.

‘If only you know the benefits of that system of agriculture,’ he had argued before his mates, ‘Shifting cultivation is a form of Agriculture in which an area of ground is cleared of vegetation and cultivated for a few years and then abandoned for a new area until its fertility has been naturally restored.’


‘Ekaabooooo! Ekaabo!!’ a loud song blared from an edifice overlooking Aremu’s father’s house.

‘Welcome back into the canopy!’ a thunderous voice followed subsequently.

The curious Aremu peered through the window with mouth agape.

For over four years, that edifice had remained like a haunted house due to the massive exodus of most of its inhabitants. But with the scene unfolding before his very eyes, the massive influx of its former inhabitants back to that building left him dumbfounded.

Aremu remembered vividly the scenario which transpired before the exodus of the inhabitants from the edifice.

‘You can never find it rosy elsewhere,’ the head of the clan had cautioned the disgruntled inhabitants, ‘please remain here, together we can make things happen; we can restore our lost glory!’

‘No, way!’ the protesters had insisted, ‘the grass is greener at the other side!’

What appeared like a tug of war initially, eventually gave way as the inhabitants packed their luggage and stormed out of the edifice, four years ago.

‘This sudden return is legendary!’ Aremu remarked as he left his room to get a scoop of more of the story.

‘East or west, home is the best!’ he heard the joyful chants of the returning dwellers.

‘What was the use of returning to their old vomit?’ Aremu voiced out before he realized the implication of his words. Something within him battled with his old ideology and suddenly he started seeing his green pasture ideology with different lens.

The erstwhile wreckage in the edifice was now a thing of the past. Would these returnees have any cause to check out again should there be a repeat havoc? Aremu pondered as he studied their penitent expression.

‘Feel at home, my sons!’ the head of the clan smiled, ‘under my canopy, you would find fulfillment. Your rooms are still waiting for you.’

Aremu cringed. Something within him told him that the ‘heroes’ welcome they are receiving from their clan head was a ploy to disgrace the returning generals. And would the old and faithful dwellers just fold their arms and allow these prodigal sons to scramble positions with them?

Aremu shut his windows overlooking the bubbling edifice with a big lesson. What he had just witnessed had busted his bubbles. While it is good to move to a place where the pasture is greener, it is better to water the pasture in order to retain its greenness.

Final remarks: According to Ezra Taft Benson:

When you are tempted to look elsewhere for greener pastures, just remember someone else is probably looking at yours. And if another pasture looks greener, perhaps it is getting better care and attention. Grass is always greener…where it is watered.’

Following the news of the massive defections by politicians especially from the All People’s Congress (APC) to the People’s Democratic Party (PDP), an independent observer could easily tell the caliber of politicians we have in Nigeria. Even a blind man, could read the handwriting on the wall!

How long is this new romance going to last?

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