I
am the star formerly known as the giant of Africa. Those days are long
gone now. Used and abused, my glory has departed. I have survived a
great deal of developmental regression. Is a renaissance possible after 5
long decades of deprivation & disease? Isn’t it just nonsensical
that I am still battling with the bacterium Vibrio Cholerae & now home-made bombs?
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Age
is nothing but a number, they say, but time is the factor that has
happened to me & has taken a chance on me. Over the years, a good
number of my people have left me in search of greener pastures; not all
of them will find it greener but most will settle-in well with the
ordinary lushness of foreign lands. I blame them not for I may not have
given them hope enough to stay. I only pray I don’t lose the dear ones
that are still abiding to the devices of hostage takers and explosives.
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I
am now of the people by the people & for the people. I am my
people. Mine has been quite a difficult life despite my priceless
resources. I have been in the messiest relationships, going from one bad
to another. My presidents have continually screwed me over, through
& through.
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I’ve
been there, done that & bought the tee shirt which is now stained
with oil & with blood. Like an interminable rollercoaster, I relive
the days spent. I have fought a war. I have hosted festivals. I have
been stripped, raped & beaten. I have borrowed, & then borrowed
again. I have been afflicted & impregnated. I have had children. I
have had several abortions too, likewise miscarriages. I still had more
children & I want to borrow some more. I have been frustrated &
deep down in the depths of despair. I should have died but my people
have been praying.
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Dear God consider our fervent supplication, we pray.
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I
didn’t do these things to myself; some of you did it to me. Guilty as
charged, it’s not up for debate. You know yourselves. My program got
structurally adjusted and it became either upper class or economy. My
poverty is not only of the mind, it is of the pockets of my people. My
poor resilient folk; all they ask for is light. Please let there be
light.
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My
people let us take the bull by the horns. We shall all come out &
we shall vote, & our votes must be counted. Our voices must be
heard. We can make it work, whether they like it or not.
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My
past & present leaders should be made to bear the repercussion of
their actions. You can’t leave me with no petrol & in abject penury and then walk free.
There’s no free lunch in Freetown. Once beaten twice shy. I have had
enough of the prejudice & the selective judgements. All perpetrators
of wickedness must be brought to book. We must live right, & devoid
of any more sorrow, tears or blood. I am fed-up of all your cocktail
& bullshit tales of bygone years, it is still fresh on our minds. We
want equal rights & justice.
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Arise o’compatriots. The time is now. Rise up. Save me, save you, save our country.
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Long live the Federal Republic of Nigeria.
