by ‘Jide Adesina
I heard groans in the gentleness of sounds and speech of the average Nigerian: those whose right had been taken before now.
those whose heritage and culture had been switched with one of poverty, those whose consciousness had been stolen right from birth, and those whose will had been snatched by the greedy and the selfish in Nigeria , a nation seating on time bomb; yet, the edge of the nation may never know the tides of time…
From what I saw of both sides of the coins, the Nigeria intelligentsia continue to rise, the brims of men’s souls continue to rise beyond the shores of his mind. The inspiration ginnery is a never-ending story, yet the suffering and smiling faces pained me to the bone; and at times,
I think it is delusional to hope against the things I had been seeing and witnessing. But the reality is that we are what we are. We shall keep coming out of every situation and will always be grateful that we still have Nigeria. . .the most populous Black nation on earth. . .Africa. . .my continent. . .Nigeria, my nation, my country.
