We live in a world
rife with injustices. A world of unfairness, unfaithfulness, seeded with
corruption. A world where right is categorized as wrong, and wrong categorized
as right.
I live in a world
of beautiful scenery, prettier people, with a heart for giving; hardworking,
relentless, willing to pursue their objectives in spite of the ugly cards life
has dealt them. It’s here you find people going about their business; to
church, work, the million other places normal people go; even when an uncaring
government doesn’t pay them their dues.
This is a world
where people build beauty out of ashes. A country where mothers do all to
ensure their wards don’t go hungry. A world where constant power is something
of a distant memory; a world where leaders tell us we should be grateful to
receive what citizens in other countries call rights.
They steal our
money, smear our honour and the worst part is we give them a hero’s welcome
after their dastardly deeds come to light. We are for lack of a better term
idiotic and foolish; the bane of the average Nigerian. Personally I don’t blame
the bloodsucking leaders. I blame the citizens, the ruled who are unwilling to
get off their fat butts and tell these godless despots that they aren’t doing
what they ought to do. We simply celebrate them, sing their praises to high
heavens just cos of a bowl of porridge, the five thousand, two thousand, ten
thousand they give to sell your soul to the devil.
This is our world.
This is our time ___ a mineral resource filled goldmine, a perfect creation of
the divine. This is black world, a black Nirvana; a place I’ll like to call
merry ol’ Nigeria.
