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THE NIGERIA OF MY DREAM By: Etagbemukwe Favour



On my way to church this morning, I noticed so many people did not rep Nigeria by putting on even a touch of Green and White (I'm aware of the fact that in some other places, White and Green would be everywhere but I'm talking about my immediate environment - Ojo, Iyana-Iba, PPL, and Franklass in Lagos State). I was like WHY? Some of the thoughts that came to my mind was that, it could be because people no longer believe in Nigeria (or should I say this administration), or because the current issues in Nigeria is beyond clothes, or maybe some just chose not to because they don't like putting on a particular colour when others are putting it on and it could also be for other reasons  which I didn't envisage. The funniest part is that boutiques and places where clothes are sold didn't really have green clothes for sale and it also got me thinking too.

Hmm....
Truth be told, some people have stopped believing in Nigeria. Just this morning, one of my hostel babes was talking to someone on the phone and she wished the guy happy independence. The guy said "who Nigeria epp?". This afternoon I was talking to another babe in my hostel and she said a Nigerian said "Nigerians are celebrating their independence". Currently as many of us are aware, some people are crying for secession. Hmm! Is secession really the answer?


The Nigeria of my dream is where

* We will see each other as brothers and sisters despite our religious and ethnic diversity.

* we will love our country and we will be ever ready to defend our beloved country wherever we find ourselves.

* All our leaders and we ourselves will be incorruptible.

* We will be able to sleep with our two eyes closed in any part of the country.

* The welfare of every citizen is one of the primary aims of government.

* Our hospitals becomes top-notch and people no longer need to go outside the country for medical treatment.

* Chapter 2 of the 1999 Constitution of Federal Republic of Nigeria becomes justiciable so as to put our leaders on their toes.

* We will be among the developed countries in the world.

I dream of a new Nigeria!
I know the Nigeria of my dream will become a reality because Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream has already become a reality and it's becoming real as time goes on.

But the desired "positive" change begins with you and I.

I believe in Nigeria. Arise oh compatriot!

Etagbemukwe Favour (#FavvyEta) writes from Lagos State University.

Comments

  1. Gbadamosi funmilola7 October 2017 at 03:48

    An inspiring and challenging write up. But the change starts from you and me. I BELIEVE IN NIGERIA.

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