Anarchy has fallen

“The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people. But because of the silence of good people.” – Bonaparte
Enough is enough! Time to wake up, my fellow good citizens of Nagaland. Our home is on the verge of decay. Our home is filled with bloodstains. We have become enemies. In Nagaland, we no longer call each other ‘Naga.’ We’re not united by our tribes. Because here in our land, the first thing a person asks before a quarrel or misunderstanding breaks out in the middle of town or at a traffic point, the first thing before we land a punch, we ask, “Apni ki, manu ase?” (“What is your tribe?”) because justice is done based on tribalism.
There are students out there, studying across mainland Indian states, who face discrimination 24/7 based on the shape of their eyes and appearance. Please don’t even dare to raise a finger to stop discrimination unless we fix our garbage mindset back at home. Let’s first learn some manners here.
History shows us that our people have been suffering, suppressed and marginalized by intruders. It doesn’t affect us much because we are only reading it through textbooks. But let’s remember the pain. We still have traumatized victims today. Let’s remember the horrifying things done to us: the British who burnt our crops and villages, the Indian Army who tortured, murdered, brutally raped, and killed our women and children. Things unimaginable were done to us.
Oting incident: our fellow people were shot down like animals in the year 2021, on the eve of Christmas, by Indian para forces. It was not a season of festival, it was a Bloodmust. Their blood is still screaming for help. Are we already giving up on this?
Honestly, I find no reason to see our state leaders celebrating and hoisting the Indian flag on Republic Day and Independence Day. Why are we even celebrating for a country that took our lives from us? I mean, it’s absurd. Please prove me wrong.
Soon, in 10–15 years, our home will turn into Tripura. It’s okay to adopt and help the needy. But it’s not okay to give away our blood name or tribe name, even if we love them to death. It’s okay to marry a non-local but please know who you belong to. This is not America, where you pass through permanent citizenship. You decide. But remember this: Your identity is your responsibility.
From Loha-Tina-Plastic, cobblers, your favourite Ramesh Barber shop, to BOC market and the local ground, all are run by non-locals. They don’t care about government jobs because they are the government themselves. They earn, they run families, they govern money.
They are self-employed and a lakh-party in their own homeland. Here, they may look like beggars in untidy clothes. But trust me, I have seen their houses built with concrete, and they give away 10 cows and a branded vehicle for dowry.
Today, our society finds it so cheap and embarrassing to humble down and do menial jobs. Some of us can’t even earn for a mobile recharge. We simply say, “Apa or Ama, phone recharge kuribole puisa debi.” Or, “Ekbar Juli katia dukan tey jai ase. Puisa debi…”
I find it so dumb when some of us have the audacity to complain about problems like infrastructure, employment, education facilities. During monsoon, the roads in Kohima, the so-called capital, become like a war trench. The pothole is big enough for 10 grown men to take a bathtub. And the roads in Dimapur become 144 pp, a highway wannabe Delhi types. In rainy days like this, the roads float with dog’s poop and someone’s underwear, mixed with the ingredients of septic tanks and piss. I mean, why are we even complaining about it?
I bet some of us have the best attendance during elections, especially in colony youth meetings. Some of us left MC and cheap whiskey for Kingfisher and 100 Pipers. Please don’t say no. Stop excuses. Stop complaining. Stop blaming the leaders. We looted the money that could build a good bridge, a decent ration system, and better roads.
And the leaders are now recovering the money for next election. Get ready for more of youth meeting! No doubt, why we are getting poorer. Because of us, the leaders who should be serving us are building a foundation for their marble house. They don’t even like NL 10 Bolero anymore. They prefer, Fortuner, SUV, and Thar-Roxx. While some of us are still fighting over kilos of rice and ration distributed across colony. From the government. Quite sad isn’t it? That’s the reality we are living in. And some us are getting crowded in alcohol shop rather than in the church.
Recently, I read the news about the tragedy of Charlie Kirk. The media and people describe him as a political activist and entrepreneur from America. But to me, he was a human being, a man of God. It was horrifying to see the video of his passing. I still can’t unsee the blood streaming from his neck. In another sense, I am still processing his death. I can’t believe he is gone at just 31 years of age.
It’s been years since I started watching his shows, debates, and podcasts. I have to conclude that anyone with common sense and a heart could understand what he stood for. He stood for truth, honesty, courage, and faith. Not just to make himself great, but to uplift America as a whole. In one of his podcasts, before his assassination, the host asked him how he wanted to be remembered. He replied: “I want to be remembered for my courage, for my faith…”
I’m not saying we should all be like Charlie Kirk or blindly follow his ideology. But the things he embraced and stood for, with Christ at the centre of his life, are worth focusing on: courage, faith, and being a servant of God.
My dear Naga people, let us also stand with courage and faith, with Christ in our hearts. The world is dying and we need to wake up from this delusional world. Let us fight for love, purity, and peace. You don’t have to take a microphone and go to Kohima Razhu point and start announcing people to change. Start from little things; wake up and fall your blanket. Water the flowers, or polish your shoe. Step back from punching that most irritating guy. Swallow your anger. Even if it hurts to death. Because, you see. I started like that too. And I’m sorry I’m no one to share this but trust me, it’s SO PEACEFUL.
God bless you all. Thank you.
A concerned citizen of Nagaland,
Weching T Nekong.