in the history of this country when the present-day
senior citizens convened to fabricate fantasies with
which the present-day Nigerian youths are constantly
tantalized. What if they aren’t just fantasies? What if
they actually happened? What if a back-travel in time is
the way forward? I can’t imagine the streams of
congratulatory messages tha...
t’ll be sent to the presidency, if by some government
policy, a Nigerian Naira grows as tall as the American
Cent (If $1 = 100 naira), yet I’ve been severally regaled
with tales of Once Upon A Time the US Dollar was not
Worth the Head of Herbert Macaulay ($1 < 1 naira);
can you imagine that? I can’t.
How many times has it been said and proven
incontrovertibly that unlike the container-loads of
inapplicable craps I was fed with for 11 years in school
(6 years at the secondary school and 5 years at the
university), timeless values were taught in schools in
the old system. How else could anyone explain where
Farouk learned to pull the Hat Trick that made him
$600,000 richer? The most plausible deduction is that
he applied what he was taught in school to the present
day. How else could anyone explain Alamieyeseigha’s
transformation into Agbani Darego in order to jump
bail from the UK? (Some male UK prison wardens
probably made passes at him on his Prison Break
Episode: a beautiful man)-he also applied what he was
taught in school. Didn’t General AbdulKareem Adisa’s
(Of Notorious Memory) sissy show before Abacha (Of
More Notorious Memory) pay him off?
All we are told in schools now is that we are the Leaders
of Tomorrow, without being told that life only gives you
Today: you will have to decide when to christen your
Today as Tomorrow for yourself. Now I smile wryly
when a senior citizen looks at me and says the
standard of education has fallen our professors know
some things they aren’t telling us in schools.
Didn’t I also hear that in days of yore, there were no
tribal seams in the relationships existing between
Nigerians from different ethnic groups? Well, I was told
that all that’s needed to initiate a bromance with an
Igbo man was a little knowledge of his language, and
yes! The Hausa man was very honest and affable
(Babangida must be an Haitian or a product of Hausa
Genetic Mutation), of course, the Yoruba man just lived
a-day-at-a-time and never pored over schemes that’d
make him amass superfluous wealth at the expense of
neighbours (Sufficient proof that Obasanjo should be
deported to Bangladesh where he hails from.). What
happened to those meritorious virtues? I can’t find
them around here now. Can you?
Are these graduates that can’t find gainful
employments after years of graduation really culpable?
Is the government that appropriate the national cake
and screams back at the aggrieved populace that they
don’t give a damn really a victim of a disrespectful
population? Whenever I am engrossed in the thoughts
of how? where? when? the Utopia that Nigeria used to
be became the Hell I have comfortably adapted to.
GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE: this song synopsizes the life
of the Nigerian Youth.
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