Are we content to be remembered as connoisseurs of rice beers and wines? To have our heritage distilled into a brew, celebrated at festivals that have become more spectacle than soul? What happened to being pioneers, warriors, guardians of a culture steeped in honor and faith?
This is not just a question of what the world sees but what we’ve chosen to showcase. Festivals that once stood for thanksgiving to God and the celebration of life have become altars of indulgence, where the world applauds our brewing skills while we bury our roots.
Have we forgotten the blood our forefathers shed to preserve this land? A land they swore would stand for Christ. A land consecrated, not commercialized. What happened to their dream of a Nagaland that would rise in faith, not in fermentation?
Educators, politicians, church leaders, students—wake up! Our land is dying. We are dying. With every festival that glorifies the trivial, we hammer another nail into the coffin of our identity. Where is the critical thinking? Where is the introspection?
We are not just losing ourselves; we are burying the very essence of who we are—a people of faith, culture, and resilience. The land for Christ has been reduced to the land of festivals. If this doesn’t provoke us to action, perhaps nothing will.
Subongtsungba Longkumer
Yimyu ward, Mokokchung