Dear Nigeria
Dear Nigeria,
I’ve written quite a few undelivered letters to you these past few years. I hope this one meets you well.
Well, mama, the thing is that your children are in great distress.
Entire villages are being ravaged by "unknown gunmen", making hundreds and thousands homeless in their homeland.
Farmers keep getting struck and killed while tilling the earth and toiling laboriously to grow food and make ends meet.
Young women and men are continuously harassed by the people who swore to protect and defend them, extorted and wrongfully accused with no room for their defence.
We still struggle with electricity and water, these basic amenities needed to have a dignified life are still inaccessible to thousands of your offspring.
We go about calling one another names and creating division further than the very visible ones we've lived with for 6 decades.
Our hearts are torn, our girls haven’t been brought back rather, more have gone missing. In addition to that, our loved ones are being ambushed and kidnapped on highways, ridiculous ransoms we can’t afford placed on their heads.
We can’t sleep well at night, we don’t know who/what will come for us next.
Don't get me started on the missing funds' animals keep eating, well I guess it's fitting for it's a jungle out here. No law no justice, eat or get eaten. The recovered loots vaporise into thin air, just like how they were carted off, to begin with.
Our economy is crippling and seems to be falling apart before our very eyes. Garri oh, rice oh, everything dey different. Five naira can’t buy anything again. I guess you can tell Sir Tafawa Balewa to rest easy, we have not utilised what he and his generation fought for.
In all this, we have grown some. Making great moves on the global scale, putting you on the map mama your sons and daughters have been breaking records left, right and centre.
But I must remind you, we are tired.
Do respond as soon as you get this, we'll be planning what to do next because we truly cannot keep this up.
Hope to hear from you.
Love, B.
