Words Are Indispensable

DESOLATION(1) The moment I walked through the door of our 'house',I locked it,fell on our rat-infested bed and began to cry. I was devastated. When I left this slum this morning, I had thought it was all over.I had said to myself,'Finally we're going to have a better life'.When I met Mr Onah,he treated me nicely,differently even;he made believe that there was light at the end of the tunnel and I had told myself that not all men were the same after all.But it is of course a lie,one I desperately needed to believe for so many reasons. Men are the same,every one of them. Following my appointment with Mr Onah that morning,I had worn what I regarded as my 'best' shirt and skirt and out of excitement, arrived at his office about ten minutes earlier than the scheduled time.I was asked to wait at the reception while the secretary informed him of my arrival over the intercom. I was then directed to his office where he was seated behind a table,beaming with smiles.

Aren't you tired?Yes YOU!Aren't you tired of putting the blame of every mosquito bite & skin itch on Nigeria? Every early or late rain, sunshine, harmattan, headache, runny nose, diarrhea.etc. on this "being" who can do nothing to defend itself. Have you ever paused even for a moment to wonder who or what is even this "Nigeria"?Well let me kindly remind you-Nigeria just like air,is an abstract object. You can't see it or point a finger at it and that's because,accept it or not, it is YOU and I who make up Nigeria.Yes!We are Nigeria.Year after year,on the 1st of October,the duty of most Nigerians is to sit down and begin to enumerate the problems in Nigeria.Have you ever asked yourself if Nigeria has made any progress so far?No!!!All we keep ourselves busy doing is finding excuses why we shouldn't be grateful for how far we have come as a nation. Believe it or not,if Nigeria is not doing well today,it is because YOU & I at the grass