“My country
and me”
Nigeria, my
own country. The question is What has Nigeria given me? This question I ask.
Once upon a time, in the ancient town of Abeokuta, there ensued a discussion
between a young man and his father. The discussion was centered on how good
Nigeria was? The keyword being WAS.
I heard the stories of how strong the naira was compared to the British pounds.
The days when it was the British pence to naira as opposed to these days of
hundreds of naira to the British pounds. I heard of those days when you just
walked to Murtala Mohammed Airport without a visa and then boom you are on your
way out of the country. I heard of days when students enjoyed scholarships to
study in the very high class schools around the world. I heard of those days
when working for the government was the dream of every young individual for the
sole purpose of giving back to the society. I heard of the days when food was
so abundant in the nation. I heard of the days when you could go to bed without
worrying about kidnappers, boko haram, armed robbers and all evils.
My heart cry
is : Can those days ever return ?
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