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"The State Of My Country" By: Tijani Abdulkabeer.B.





Nigeria Independence still has to be taken with a grain of salt. Indeed we keep celebrating the anniversary of our Independence but yet our political structure, economic policy and our way of doing things still left much to be said. The nation indeed is still in the hands of few political mosquitoes believing that they are too powerful to be dealt with because they have both financial and political muscle. They have turned this great country's resources into a National cake that must be shared among themselves.

Today in history marks 19th years of transition to civilian rule after the military interrugum that lasted for 13years. According to Abraham Lincoln he defined democracy has the government of the people for the people and by the people. However, In Nigeria every 29th of May is always the celebration of our Democracy but yet we have little and noting to show for it but frayed nerves,shattered Infrastructure and destrcution of the education sector. It is all full of blatant lies,neglecting basic principles of democracy yet we still claim to be operating on that system.

Nigeria at 58 years of independence remains a crawling baby,we still speak in staccato voice,it still cannot stand up and walk. It Democratic institutions have been stunted. Fifty eight years of independence,Nigeria is still a dumping ground for sub-standard goods from overseas. Our Public transport system is chaotic, power supply epileptic our hospitals are only good enough for people rejected by families and friends, the education sector is an unmitigated calamity.
In the end,This country can still rise if we jettison politics with bitterness,corruption in high and low places,acrobatic religiousity and gymnastic ethnicity.

*Happy* *Democracy Day*

*Tijani Abdulkabeer*.B.

#Mr.Africa.

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