Its hard to be a patriot in today’s Nigeria with the psyche of the average Nigerian been bashed on a daily on every side.
Shall we talk about the insensitivity of the ruling class in its bold display of profligacy in the face of mass penury? Or shall we describe the hardship faced on a daily by the common Nigerian in their struggle to eke out a living in the face of infrastructural decay and severe economic hardship?
Shall we paint a picture of how the land has gone from green to red with the all too frequent bloodletting by forces of greed and sabotage that seem determined to foster the extinction of the unlucky middle and lower class as we are reduced to unfortunate statistics? Or shall we discuss how the custodians of power continue to spew total idiocy without regard to the pitiable condition of the governed as they reside on the alternate side of plush reality?
How can we love our nation when there is no place for our dreams? How can we inspire ourselves to hope for the future when we continue to wallow between the threshold of deprivation and survival?
How is it that a nation so blessed can yet be so cursed?
The future is bleak for the beautiful ones unborn for there is no legacy to bequeath. To be born into Nigeria without a silver spoon is to be born into condemnation; it is to be born without a fair shot at greatness; it is to be born to live the all too famous lie that “things will get better”.
Pessimism, you say.
No. Reality more like.
We have evolved the lowest form of adaptability. That is why we lie; that’s how we are comfortable with the lie of how things are. We indulge too often in the greatest opiate of all and reside in a state of perpetual high where we believe that God will come down from heaven and deliver us.
Shebi na only Nigeria dey this world?
What is the way forward?
Where shall we go when this dysfunctional and disjointed family of misfits implodes? What shall we do when this unholy marriage held on by the thinning rope of hope in a shared tragic history snaps? What happens when the blood of the earth we fight and kill each other for drains out?
How can I continue to love you Nigeria when you break my heart everyday?
Malcolm's Blog 
Pitiable, a lamentation to once great nation wobbling on rickety spindly legs.
Are you trying to push for a remix of ‘the land is green’?
Loooooool.
Smh.
It is indeed sad buh herein lies (y)our responsibility…shall we continue to talk about the insensitivty of our govt? Shall we continue to talk about how dis ‘forced’ union we call nigeria is headed for doom? Shall we yet talk about how our unique diversity is killing us? Sand means nothing to the desert dweller, no more than ice to the eskimos! Stating the obvious helps in no way! Creative minds like (o)urs should be put to work…I’ve always loved ur write-up’s…but dis…dis is not d time to loose hope nd make people stop believing! Talking about war in a time of war yet keeps our focus on war! Its time 4 a new message…we are nigerians, we survive! Waters ability to cut stone results from consistency, not pressure!!!
Let’s keep hope alive, ur message means something to someone somewhere.
Reblogged this on Naijaboytoby's Blog.
I shake my head for this nation. What’s the hope of the masses in this country. We’ve been hearing and hoping to see a better Nigeria but I guess better Nigeria is still very far from us right now. I weep for this country.