Nigeria turned 60 today. Most citizens are however, unbothered or [...]
My trial looming Sadness lasting Tears overflowing Wound not healing But I overcame My apparel getting tattered My flesh becoming leaner My beauty appears fading Emotion seems unstable But I overcame My weakness so glaring Their whisper getting louder Hatred ascending in numbers Challenges undeserving But I overcame My heart shattered and broken Hands girded in chains Feet held in shackles My every step took me back But, I overcame The screams in my head getting louder Hope seems far fetched Visions blur and unclear Waves raising My sky glooming But I overcame My courage did not fail My action kept my going My dreams became my reality My willpower became my motivation My persistence became my sweat My ability became my influence And I overcame
You cannot slap someone with dirty hands and call them filthy. We have accepted being black; it is our pride, it is our authentic form which can never be taken away. If we can accept that, then accept when in the name of a colour, people become murderers, cold-blooded killers, kidnappers and rapists. Judge then, who really is the monster.
Nigeria and Africa at large have a lot of problems - some conspicuous - some not. It's easy to point a hand at corruption and poor governance, etc. but one mistake we make is we often overlook the roots and want to treat the symptoms. For example, bad roads in Nigeria is not the root problem it's a symptom and effect of Lack of Accountability and Poor Governance which is a symptom of exploitation in Politics which is a symptom of lack of proper education.