To US Nigerians, We Belong To Nigeria
by Paragon
To US Nigerians, We Belong To Nigeria
TO US, as Nigerians just like God, we belong to Nigeria as well as she belongs TO US ALL. As it was before, it is no more, and even when she was strong enough, the future was not assured. Now, like a sick old woman trekking back from the farm, our motherland is tired with her burden on her head. She cries out, but her voice could hardly be heard.
She’s yet alive, but her children of many fathers dread themselves, afraid to unite and keep themselves abreast of their mother’s deteriorating health. Some don’t care under the influence of the intoxicating quest for power and heritage. Many have died, and the chicken-hearted took their French leave. It looks like the wise, powerful elites among them are after flotsam and jetsam, appearing weak and helpless, shedding crocodile tears. Some are there sitting on the fence like it doesn’t concern them, watching from afar their mother’s agony like a scanty crowd beholding a tragic stage.
WHY? Those that are brave and lucky to have the gift of the gap are never on good terms with the ruling power. With iron hands, the big guns are giving no hand. Palm greased? The goods could not be delivered, because a cat in gloves catches no mice! What a crying shame!
Our Nigeria had brushes with death but yet survived to this extent. Her life is recycled, marvelous as a miracle, rolling like in a cycle, we go and come back to where we were yesterday! We are fully conscious of the need for change, what we thought we embraced!
The disturbing wind of insecurity blew promises away. Those concerned and those in charge are not ready to sacrifice their chances of getting very rich and powerful for the sake of their motherland, Nigeria. Nigeria! A nation whose change can only be if we exchange enormous LOVE, RICHES, WEALTH, WISDOM, and EXPERIENCE. We will see change if we share these on a MUTUAL PLATFORM attended by the SELECTED WISE, SELFLESS, STRONG, and CAPABLE people in anonymity.
So, in a faint dying voice, she cries saying,
” OH MY CHILDREN, ALL THOSE GREAT WASTES COULD HAVE BEEN HARNESSED, SOWN, ALLOWED TO GROW AND MULTIPLY INTO TREMENDOUS ABUNDANCE”
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