I have come to the logical conclusion that my parents brainwashed me. I do not know if I can reprogram my mind to set myself free from this ideology they sold to me from a very young age. They told me that Nigeria will get better, that very soon we will be the pride amongst nations. It is over three decades and I do not see any glimpse of this happening.
Every morning since I can remember they taught me to pray for Nigeria and the phrase ‘New Nigeria’ stock to my memory. To the extent that even in my daily prayers as an adult, I still pray for Nigeria every day. I still have this belief that things will get better in this nation someday and Nigerian will be proud of their country.
Yes, I believe, but I feel like I wasn’t told the whole truth when my parents sold the idea of a new Nigeria to me. They only told me about how they did not have to make their beds or wash their clothes or even cook in University because everything was taken care of by the school. They even said only two people shared a room that now houses ten people in same university.
They should have told me more. They should have told me the other side of the story. They should have told me about how our economy began to head south, how One Naira was no more as powerful as One Pound. They should have told me of the selfish, greedy and corrupt crop of Nigerians who let power take them over.
Then I should have prepared myself adequately for the fight for a new Nigeria. I thought it was a one man fight, but I was wrong; this fight needs an army. An army of Nigerians who are tired of this stagnation and roaming in circles; an army ready to make the sacrifices needed to liberate our country from the claws of devourers who have only come to steal, kill and destroy.
