The Nigeria that I see and dream of.
My dream for Nigeria is that it might have a hyperopic root and caring leaves.
The root is the part of plant that draws water and absorbs moisture. The leaf is the part of a plant that produces food for the plant while the fruit is what defines a plant; it’s the product of the plant.
I see Nigeria as a giant tree. I see the leaders as the leaves and the grassroots as the root of the tress.
The leaves representing the government, the fruit the citizens of the nation and the root, the grass root. The root is the only part of the plant that is underneath the ground, trampled upon by all, the root searches for moisture and nutrients for the plant.
Against stones and rock, against earth worm and bugs against all odds the root keeps tapping for moisture and nutrient to nourish the plant.
The leaves are up there noticeable to all in their green colours flying the nations colour. Unlike the root that is brown, trampled in mud.
The fruit is the nation, in all our different colours shapes and sizes, different class and way of life, different language and ethnic group but under the umbrella of a great nation.
I see a decaying root, I see people spoiling the nation's properties, cooking on major roads, dumping refuse in gutter, jumping protocols, not using waste basket when they see it . I see people breaking law and order. I see citizens of my beloved country throwing dirt on high way, I see children in tattered uniforms, classrooms without furniture, I see arrogance and rage ,I see darkness, I see poverty, I see injustice , I see corruption, above all I see cheating. I see no reason why we should be fed with crumbs.
My mum says that the poor will work for the rich while the rich will feed the poor, that those who have money use people and those who use people have money.
The grass root makes a nation, they are the ones that carries the weight of the nation.
I once asked a question that what makes a teacher without students, what makes a rich man without the poor what makes a tree without its root, what makes a nation without the grass roots. The death of a root is the death of a tree, the death of the grass root is the death of a nation
I wonder why the root should be neglected, what makes a king without a town, what make a master without a servant, the leaders are shinning a a result of the efforts of the roots.
I dream of a nation where the grassroots will know their worth and see a future in Nigeria.
I dream of a nation where the roots will stop selling their rights and vote for a morsel of bread, a nation where the roots will obey law and order, a nation where the root will care for, where the roots will learn to do things right, a nation where the root will be organized, where the nation will be willing to do thing right, where the roots will be willing to learn, a nation where the root will be truthful. I dream of nation where the leader will care.
My mum always told me that the poor will always serve the rich, therefore the root serves the leaves as the leaves feed the tree. part of the plant that nourishes it, I am not dreaming of a nation where the root will be like the leaves, but that the root might have their share. I dream of a nation where there will be constant power supply, a nation where there will be fuel a nation where there will be good roads, a nation where there will be justice.
I dream of a Nigeria of unity where citizens will stop blaming one another where everyone will see a great Nigeria as a team work, a nation where violence will stop, where jungle justice will be eradicated, a nation where government workers will be diligent.
I am part of this dream , my own quota is to do the right thing when I should, go on
my kneels for Nigeria, pray for Nigeria, speak positive about this nation. I will stop littering the nation and I will preach against it. I will cast my vote for the right person. I will pay my tax, I will not go late to work , I will not take bribe.
I will see Nigeria as my home , my father land. I will rise as a compatriot and obey the nation call; I will serve my father’s land with love, strength and faith, serve with heart and might and in my own little way bind this nation with freedom peace and unity. The nation starts from me and you.
To make Nigeria great is a team work.
No matter how negligible you think that your actions are, it matters because you as a person matter.
GOD BLESS NIGERIA.
