Nigeria at 61
61 years of emancipation from the physical captivity of total slavery to 61 years of continuous captivity in mental slavery.
Each year experienced differently in difficulties and struggles yet, she smiles while she bleeds internally with no hope of recovery, her fight to stay afloat and alive is constantly challenged by the same children who call her mother.
Grappling through each day amidst external influences and pressures she watches helplessly her self-worth and self-esteem crashing so hard in the presence of her children with no one paying attention to the cries of a mother who has wholeheartedly fought the many battles of keeping her beautiful precious family together by giving all her life to support the unjustified extravagance life-style of children whose habits and indulgences has plunged her once vibrant economy into an irredimable hole.
Draped in shame and repeatedly resisting reasoning, how do you explain a once feared and respected children of a great mother who was consistently celebrated by many and even hated by her pairs for the many feat and mile stones achieved to now wallow in senseless division and shame, throwing stones at each other when they should be building Bridges and mending fences..
Or better still joining forces to face their common enemies and external aggressors, instead they stockpile arms to fight against each other as though they do not know who the real enemy is!
Truly,the labour of our heroes past shall never be in vain because the price of our togetherness was paid in blood!
Our father’s did not pursue individualism, neither selfishness nor did they allow bitterness and sentiments to determine their boundaries.
The blood of the heroes spilled to secure our liberation shall never be in vain because they believed in one nation so they became nationalist, disagreed in different fronts but had common goal, the wealth,the dignity and integrity of this great sovereignty was their unity.
Together they say we stand!
Today as we mark three scores plus one year memorial of the life of a nation whose birth was proudly sponsored by those who did not think twice to lay down their lives for oneness and peace of an heavily blessed maiden of African whose beauty once shone like light on rare gems, whose worth caused a clamour amongs those who appointed themselves in her exploitation and deception, those who over the years have found the ways to continously siphone her resources and make her slave even in a slave abolished world.,: as we witness yet another year of a new beginning, may we be reminded that our liberation was birthed in blood like a woman who brings forth her child amidst birth pangs in blood and water.
Nigerian my great fatherland i hail thee and pray that we will find our way back to the place where we once prided ourselves as children of fearless parents who believed in oneness, equity and justice.
To that place where there were no boarders as sibilings of same parentage, .where safety was a joint venture, where north,south,east and west wasn’t an issue: where the goal was to grow from strength to strength,where smiles were true and love among sibilings was pure…
back to were hearts were nationalistic and the vision was promising, where mission was to gather and not to scatter, where each side mattered because oneness was our strenght and strategy.
Happy 61st birthday Nigeria my fatherland.. the land of great wealth and many possibilities. May your days be restorative and our leaders remember we have no other home but you, may you once again be celebrated in completeness with no head bow in shame, May healing be once again our soothing balm.
