I am a full-blooded Nigerian by birth, by genealogy and by residence. Born, buttered and raised in my fatherland, I have no intention to pack my baggage and settle in any other country neither do I seek another country within my country.
While I do not fault those who seek greener pastures in foreign climes, it is not my forte. I am too busy learning to enjoy the tuwo shinkafa, ofe nsala, oto mboro, gbegiri, ohwo and kunu of my multicultural homeland to break my head over seeking a visa to settle ‘overseas’.
From the humility of the typical Hausa man to the vivaciousness of the Urhobo, the industriousness of the Igbo, the politeness of the Yoruba and the cooking prowess of the Efik, there’s too much in Nigeria to enjoy and savour.
I have stood toe-to-toe with greedy politicians in the north (story for another day) as I have despised the greed and lack of enterprise of my own tribesmen. Nigerians are simply humans and when we look beyond the stereotypes, we will discover we are more alike than different. I know homely Igbo girls who enjoy cooking delicious soups as well as smart and intelligent Hausas who are seeking to better our world. There are many Nigerians who everyday defy the status quo placed on them by a society that would rather judge them by their preconceived notions of what each tribe represents.
What is the aim of my rant? I believe in Nigeria and since Nigerians went to the polls and chose PMB to lead them, I fully support him irrespective of his tribe and religion. If he fails, Nigeria suffers; why should I delight in the suffering of my people? If he succeeds, Nigeria wins and my eyes will see less suffering on our streets.
While we are busy criticising the government, we ignore the filth and decay around us. We refuse to see that 16 year old Ada is being molested by our jobless neighbor. We close our eyes to the fact that Ade, the orphan who greets us every morning, has no place to sleep and receives kindness only from motor park touts. We do not remember to ask Felicia how she is coping with four children after her husband died in a accident three months ago.
I do not write this in pride for I have also failed to help when I should have. It’s easy to judge the Government; that ugly entity that changes its name and face every time we visit the polls. We blame the Government because we do not want to be responsible for our own failings. We curse the traffic official who detains our vehicle for hours but we do not blame the bus driver who refuses to fit his vehicle with functional seat belts. Yet, when there is an accident, we blame it on the Government who did not repair the roads.
This rant is getting too long and disjointed but let me say that: I am a true Nigerian and I do not support the insults being levelled against public office holders neither do I believe in the Biafra movement.
Cheers to your productive living!