Congestion; who isn’t aware, and who isn’t involved! When the streets mirror our souls.
We’ve cleared roads in the name of order but the nation is still gasping.
We exposed the gridlock in politics. We highlighted the transactional congestion of daily life. But still our country does not move. Why? Because the congestion lies deeper.
Let’s go there. To the places we’re afraid to touch. The places sacred and silent yet cluttered with contradiction.
What of our chiefs and traditional leaders?
Once the custodians of land, peace and wisdom. Many now preside over partitioned loyalties.
Stools are no longer purely inherited; some are now bought and sold behind closed doors. Land disputes thrive not because the land is scarce but because the integrity of those who control it is.
Families are torn apart by chieftaincy battles, communities left stranded in leadership limbo. Who will decongest the palaces of pride and private interest?
And then parents. We cry about corrupt leaders but raise our children to cheat.
We glorify results, not values. We pressure teachers to “help the child pass,” even if it means compromise.
We bribe to place our children in better schools and call it love.
But how can a nation move forward when its future is trained in shortcuts?
Children too are congested not by choice but by exposure.
They grow up surrounded by contradiction: told to be honest but shown how to hustle dishonestly.
Taught in civics that stealing is wrong but see it rewarded in politics.
Their innocence is gridlocked by our hypocrisy.
They mimic what we permit. And soon, they too join the traffic.
Shall we speak of the church and the mosque?
Pulpits and min-bars, once platforms for truth, are sometimes now auction blocks for politicians.
The sacred has become strategic. Leaders in robes shake hands with leaders in rot.
Tithes and offerings flow but so does silence on justice.
Souls are fed but societies decay. When moral authority is congested by political allegiance, who clears the path for the prophetic voice?
The religious community must ask: are we drawing people to repentance or just crowding them with rituals?
Have we become traffic marshals for convenience instead of spiritual pathfinders for conscience?
And then the educators.
The minds of the next generation are entrusted to teachers but what happens when the classroom becomes another traffic zone?
Congested syllabi, overcrowded classes, underpaid teachers.
And sometimes, broken spirits who teach without hope.
Educators hold the steering wheel of national direction but the vehicle is dented, leaking and often sabotaged.
Some sell handouts, some leak exams, some give grades for favours. Not all but enough to choke the system.
How do we decongest a nation when the gatekeepers of thought are trapped in cycles of survival?
And the policy makers? They flood schools with reforms that never reach the child’s desk.
They pass new directives but without tools, training or truth. So the system jams and the child suffers.
It’s a shame! Everyone is aware yet we act honourable.
Congestion is now a culture, a mindset, a system-wide disease that cannot be treated with traffic lights or taskforces.
It needs truth.
It needs the priest to preach beyond prosperity.
It needs the imam to cry out against injustice not just immorality.
It needs the chief to defend the people not just the lineage.
It needs the parent to lead by example not demand without discipline.
It needs the child to believe that honesty still matters.
It needs the teacher to rise not just to teach lessons but to live them.
We must unclog the soul of the nation.
Because what fills our streets is a mirror of what fills our homes, hearts, temples and schools. The traffic is not just outside; it’s inside.
This is the final call.
Clear your conscience.
Clear your office.
Clear your motives.
Clear your lane.
Only then can this nation move.
Let no sector be left behind, no sacred cow spared, no excuse entertained.
If we want cleaner streets, we must seek cleaner systems.
If we want freer movement, we must pursue freer minds.
Decongestion is not punishment. It is repentance and it begins with you.
