When a Boogieman and a Ruthless Coward Become One
Here comes another Halloween. It’s that time of year when the children of our nation concoct imaginary ghosts, monsters and boogieman, and take joy in confronting the made-up scary characters and symbols. It’s a game of pseudo scare. Everyone knows it. The ones too little to understand have it explained by their parents and older siblings. It’s the annual ritual of the pretend game of pretend scare. It’s the hidden scare pleasure button semi-pushed by a fictional charade of fictional characters: ghosts, monsters and boogiemen. The generic ghosts are given generic faces. Nameless and anonymous fictional men are boogieman. It is our Halloween.
What if this Halloween was exported to other parts of the world where horror and atrocities are woven into the people’s lives? What if this ritual was adopted by the children of the war-torn nations? What if these children who’ve been seeing, hearing and experiencing daily horrors and fear were to concoct their own Halloween characters? Would they solely rely on imaginary and made-up monsters and boogiemen, or would they designate real-life boogiemen as their Halloween characters and symbols?
I think the children of war-torn countries with mighty oil, or the kids in the nations on the mighty oil path, would not have to resort to a concocted, fictional and generic boogieman. You see, they have known, seen or heard of a real one. Their boogieman would have a name and a face. He’d be known for his ritualistic map combing, where he’d bend over a map, run his fingers over the page while humming:
Eeny, meeny, mighty oil
Get that country by sheer force
If it fights back, fry by drone
Eeny, meeny, mighty oil
He’d keep humming until his finger, remotely controlled by the shadowy powers behind him, would come to a halt, on top of a nation- the chosen one for his coming round. If you happen to be one of the children in that nation …well, then may God help you; because no one else can.
The Boogieman with a name and a face would be coming after you with his man-less extension.
He’d be frying babies and mothers without having to hear the sound of their sizzling skin.
His man-less driven bombs would be hitting unknowing children at dinner tables or in bed.
Why man-less? Well, because it would take a certain type of man, a rare kind, to do it in person, to be able to stand the sound of those sizzling skins or the screams of the frying mother and her child, and keep doing it. But man-less is how it is done when a boogieman and a ruthless coward become one. And this kind of a coward boogieman with a face and a name is far scarier than any boogieman that can be concocted by any fiction. Just ask the children of the chosen Eeny- meeny- mighty oil nations. They’d tell you.
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