“The skin colour of the slave masters changed but we’re not really free.”
“We used to be really excited back in the day, we would buy flags, share them, run around in green. Give to all our neighbours. Stick them on our cars.
But now, independence means nothing. It’s just another holiday where there’s no school or work. It’s like an extension.
We have countries where men died for causes and led battalions and that’s how far it goes. But the citizens know and understand, stay true to it, respect it, celebrate it and pass it down to their generations.
But the average Nigeria is suffering. I don’t know what we gained and what we’re enjoying because in many fields, outsiders rule and what do we have to show for it?
We’re independent but is it really what we want? If you’re not in a certain class, no one cares about you.
Your only crime in Nigeria is being poor.
57 years after and nothing to show for it. Look at where we are.
I would like for it to actually mean something but when your country has done less to make meaning of its independence you wonder how the “celebration” will ever mean a thing.
I would want to love Nigeria from afar and talk about how I miss suya and all but ultimately, I’m Nigerian and I love it but I will never delude myself that we are the best nation”
Those were his words when I spoke about October 1st with him this morning. Amongst all the conversations I had today on Nigeria’s independence, this took me.
On many levels, I relate and in as much as we hate to, we must admit to the truthfulness of it.
Nonetheless, as a Nigerian, I pray for a better Nigeria and I wish her fruitfulness.
In other events,
Yes, September was a month I was totally absent in this space but don’t fault me just yet. When I resume school (around October 17th) I will actually (for real this time, for real real for real) release the schedule.
Plus, I have an announcement that’s pretty big.
While that’s coming, I made myself green because…independence.
Happy Independence! Happy October! God bless Nigeria!