I had often wondered what the whole idea behind our nationhood is about. The entity called Nigeria has more negative sides to it than positive, and funny thing is, very few are able to do the math and compute the depth to which Nigeria has descended in her pursuit of whatever it is we have in the vision 20:2020 (which our leaders are using to play 10-10).
A friend of mine had seen the first line of this article and gave me a hint, telling me, “we are on a journey”, “to what?” I asked. “To nationhood”, she responded without missing a bit. This very brief conversation revealed one thing about Nigeria and its inhabitants; the fact is, as much as we all claim to have an idea about the Nigerian situation, there really does not seem to be any substantial content in our ideas – most of which are offspring of our undiscerning minds.
We all have shallow pictures and perspectives that we coat with truckloads of yeast that will inflate it to kingdom come, and with our superfluous diction (taking a cue from Mr. Obaighabgon), we complicate rather than simplify the case of Nigeria.
Really, I do not have any problem with the fact that we (Nigeria) are on a home run to nationhood, and that some Nigerians claim to know more than they actually do, bloating it with redundant expressions. What I have issues with however is how some Nigerians decide to stay aloof in the steering of affairs of this nation. Politics is a dirty game, no doubt, but then if everyone keeps staying off the mud because no one wants a messy cloth, who then will build the bridge?
Well, I am not the one to write about the innumerable problems Nigeria is facing, especially not politics, rather I woulda loved to stick my head in the rut of positivity. But who would afford to ignore these challenges posing like a T-rex on our front porch.
June came upon like a team of wild locust with deaths on its tail and I, (like you) really could not help but notice. It’s only the 4th day of the month, and more than 400 souls are knocking on the pearly gates of heaven (not forgetting those treading the corridors of hell). Boko Haram, our very own local Al Queda has refused to turn a new leaf, transporting another score of souls into the city of angels. And behold, it’s only the fourth day, what awaits us in the days to come, we know not.
I don’t have any ideas about this problems so I won’t say anything for myself, but really, I was part of that percentage that will stay aloof and play the observer, but I tell you, now I have been touched, when my brother’s sister’s husband’s son along with her second cousin that happens to be friend’s Uncle (yadaya) has traded his life, in a bargain facilitated by a mad airline management. Then I am enraged, but who will listen to my rant. And considering the fact that I am devoid of ideas, let’s just say, it’s all a messed up system.
Even we Nigerians (me inclusive), make a mess of it all, we’ll just hope the best comes soon, not in form of white savior but in form black men using their white matters (‘cos we obviously have rendered it useless).
Sidenote: I can assure you that you have done a great job reading through this “article”, and you don’t have to tell me, I know you have not learnt anything (typical). The deal however is, whether you have a reaction or not, leave your comment on your way out, capish. XOXOX
