The Nigeria I was born into was a beautiful country, a land flowing with milk and honey. A very fertile land with beautiful people and cultures, it was the perfect place for me and I was proud to be Nigerian.
I remember sitting at the stadium in 1999 watching Nigeria and Brazil play. I didn’t know anything about football, I just cheered alongside with my family and other fans. I remember leading the assembly and singing “On the 1stOctober 1960 Nigeria got independence…” I just really loved to sing about my motherland. I remember playing outside with neighbors until my mum chased me with her shoes just because she was trying to get me to go into the house.
I remember going to Isaac Boro Park and the amusement park to play with my cousins. I remember those birthdays I spent with Noelle, Ebiye, Princess, Chukuemeka, Amarachi, Tomi, David and Ifechukwu where we shared my cake while drinking zobo.I remember choreographing and singing to TY Bello’s Green Land “The land is green its green ohh…” Life was peaceful and sweet, such memories’ I can never forget.
Growing up, I realized that while I was in my own perfect Nigeria there was chaos everywhere. Why didn’t I notice all of it, the suffering, the poverty, the oppression and the corruption? Now I’m in the system, a victim of circumstances; living in poverty, poor electricity and poor education just like every other person out there.
I’m a grown woman and soon I will bring children into this country. They will be born into a perfect Nigeria, ignorant of everything. My sweat and toil will make this possible. When they grow will their perfect Nigeria disappear? Where I found perfection in imperfection, I want them to find just perfection.
The future of our Nation is in my hands, our hands. Different generations have sang”…we are the future of tomorrow…” but have actually done nothing. Pray for Nigeria! Pray for Nigeria! Is all I hear, are we really praying?
Change should start from within us.
We shouldn’t just sit and wait on the leaders. I cannot offer all the solutions but together we can.
My heart gladdens when I see the ideas coming up all by young people. I see a lot of creativity in fashion, art, blogging and even the movie industry. All these gives me hope.
Nigeria is mine, Nigeria is yours, Nigeria is ours, let’s make it happen.
The Black Writer