once upon a country

Once upon a country- Diary, Misery or Myth?

British imperialist likewise known as  colonialist left the circle of  power and administration after the declaration of Nigeria as an independent state  on the  1st of October, 1960. A mild protest with an assumption of a controversial engagement between the Caucasian race and the citizens over the interest of what we have against what we want to offer exposed us to the tragic act of exploitation as a result of illiteracy and lack of educated elite across our society.
Everything was new within our society at this era, we had a new national anthem, national pledge, national flag and national currency yet our mind could not deplete the ideology of corruption embedded in our thoughts and act as a state of value and tradition that is worthy of emulation.

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An act was born by the induction of the British direct rule that was successful across the Northern and Western region of my country excluding the Eastern region that proved futile on the incessant disapproval of the British colonies to rule over their affairs.
The manipulative act of rigging an electoral process to institute individuals  and political parties into power was enacted into our identity during the first post independent election in 1964 and 1965 across Nigeria and Western region of the country respectively. The act birthed a chaotic and destabilized atmosphere we are yet to recover while its cure are inevitable.
This is the Nigerian story that proved elusive likewise decay our reputation despite its claim as the giant of Africa. A common trait beyond the political sphere of our society, the religious acrimony, the bitter taste of civil war, the critical position of poverty and the struggle to find an identity that suit our needs elusive to acquire.

The rotten act becloud the economic and educational sector of our society likewise, raising rogues and crooks of different calibres though educated yet unfit to lead the society.
Repetition has truly been the a great factor of learning but we have adopted its reverse as a common act of malignant affair towards the social and economic challenges that beguile our identity, eluding us from development as humans and as a nation.
At 55, the Nigerian society still search for its identity crushed by the  feet of chaos, greed, and shambles.

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 As we age our confusion  and struggle are renewed overtime yet we refuse to change the rags we have always been identified with. People swing, swim and dance by the ray of hope whose light are far from its tunnel, we depend on weak oil to restore our path to light, lead us to where we are going, envisage our vision while we reject the new oil to waste its resourcefulness and energy while it's very new and young.
I was yet unborn when the problem began, the problem persist as I grow older in age, same challenge and the same ruling over our affairs as a state. The future is beginning to loose its savour of redemption, the voice that spoke died ages before  the appearance of the wilderness.
Should I count the years or grow pessimistic the more about a country? Should my countenance change brethren when I walk across your street and to breathe is difficult?
I am on your road, seeking to eat all I see grief, likewise those who struggle too are grieved over the outcome of a new society we voted for in the year 2015. Faith bring my heart together at what end and for what reward.
I am not pessimistic my people but the page are the same each time and day I wake up and sleep. Breathe and I am conscious again over and over then I begin to weave my way until I m given the opportunity to rule before we act.
I am a Nigerian should this be a myth or fate we choose to endure all our life. This is optimistic and im expectant on writing a new page as a citizen.
Do we end our dialogue and conversation on this note?

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