I belong to the
unique residual class of Nigerians who are resolute in their
believe that good will come out of their nation. It’s immaterial
the thoughts of people about this nation.
Even though when you observe the acclaimed Giant of Africa at a
close distance his movement is that of a man hanging troubled
legs on battered crutches. His upraised chest is infected with
tuberculosis of corruption, yes I know! He makes boast of his
unending reserve of crude oil yet those begotten of him wallow
in constant lack of fuel. Many his sons and daughters ponder and
wonder what the measure of a Giant is for the acclaimed Giant of
Africa is Forty Six yet crawling. Almost always plastered on his
lips are those nauseating grin revealing his perfectly-spaced,
glistening diamond teeth that speaks of untapped resources that
could bring him into the place of uncommon wealth.
His belly outflows with an unending reserve of black oil to the
hinterlands, yet the same causes constipation and dysmenorrhea
in his own bowels. The streets of this Giant have been
completely overtaken by car-wrecking gullies. So that there are
more gullies than motorable roads on his streets. Corruption and
greed proudly adorn the head of his leaders.
On every corner of the Giant’s street are religious houses. Yet
the eyes of the giant are dim. His seers have lost the focus of
integrity. Instead of forecasting repentance and re-alliance,
they forecast pleasure and hope, in direct denial of the things
to come. The hands of the giant, sure weapons of defense and
protection are long deep in the mud of corruption. Such hands
are too laden with filth to be raised in defense of the giant.
Even when the obvious clues to murders are between the frontlets
of their eyes, they’ll rather arrest N50 than a criminal.
Mere men have stood where my Giant has fallen. And now, even the
legs, the hope of change, the young and new generation is
crippled and lay limp on the hinges of crutches. Totally soiled
by the paradigm and faulty though pattern of the older
generation. Its picture depicts that of hopelessness. But I
REFUSE TO BE A HOPELESS NIGERIAN.
I daily and passionately cling to the hope of A NEW NIGERIA. I
foresee a reformation that will sweep through the length and
breadth of my Nation. The reformation will be so profound and
its effect so lasting yet it will be orchestrated outside
political parties. The political parties have failed in their
totality yet God will raise a Company that will birth a NEW
NIGERIA. That is the basis of my hope. That Nigeria will be the
true Giant of Africa. I continually remember that “A tree
that is cut down has hope, for at the scent of water it will
blossom again.” You may not believe but yet it will come to
pass. Just in case you believe with me “SAY AMEN!”
Olubunmi Fesobi, a Legal practitioner wrote from Lagos.
