So I put a call through to dad to wish him a happy birthday. He was not around to pick his call as usual but he called me back. After the general greetings and how have you been questions, I was about asking how the strike is going there when the ole man started saying strong things. "I believe in Nigeria. We are not moved by what we see. Things will be fine, it is a matter of time. This nation is on course. God will take get us there".
Ah! I couldn't help saying amen, amen. Amen. As if he was praying actually. They say words are powerful. You know what I mean. From the semi-prayers I forced my way to ask about the strike and the workers.
He told me; "everyone is striking in their homes". Striking in their homes? Ah! Strike didn't work. Iyammi! But how will it work when the Labour union is divided. Can a house divided against itself stand? A broom stick can never sweep but a bunch so I was not surprised. I was not surprised that the labour, the last hope of the masses against government's unpopular policies have lost it's clout. I was not surprised that this new year of pains may still continue until God knows when. Of course why shouldn't it?
I was discussing with a friend a week ago about the state of the nation. At the end of the discussion we concluded thus; their generation has failed this nation. Our generation has failed this nation. What do we do? Who will help us? At this point, my heart felt really heavy.
Suddenly, like most ambitions youths, I felt the adrenaline rush. Like a saviour, the deep feeling of great ambitions, of 'changing the world' passed through my tummy then my heart beat faster. But then, I am only a writer. Where is my strength? Can I meet them arm for arms? I was told my pen is mightier than the sword but that could only be a dream. So I wept.
I wept heartily for a country with potential of potentials. Because I was hurt. I wept for a nation without fathers. A place where money can buy fatherhood. A place where young people will rather be fatherless than be fathered by men who were never fathered well. As I wept, I remembered Dora Akunyili, the lady who made me whisper to myself; one day I will grow up. I will study Pharmacy. I will lead innovations. I will change the world. God bless you in the grave Dora.
Let's be sincere people. We need dreams to be inspired, we need a destination to stay focused but most importantly, we need Truth if we must be free. The times are hard. Economy is bad. tomorrow isn't looking bright people. At this point, we must bring brightness into the future if we must make the future bright.
Forget government. Future don't lie there. Forget waiting for God. God won't do for man what he can do for himself. Forget yourself. Let this course swallow you: to raise a generation that will not fail it's generation. After God, the hope of nations lie on it's people. But a people without direction will never take a nation to it's destination. For the first time, We need a shift to men, a shift to personal leadership if we must begin national leadership.
It's time you stop condemning that generation. It won't help. Don't spend time criticizing this generation either. It is harvesting what was sown into it. Do your part in raising the next generation. Sometimes I weep for my fellow youths. Tomorrow, in a few days, we will become daddies and mummies, leaders and thought leaders. Yet today we're more worried about taking selfies with Iphones than creating pictures of who we're growing into, in a paper. So sad.
We're more excited being worthy tools in the hands of criminal politicians than we are concerned about what matters to us because sincerely, nothing really matters anymore. A generation that blames everyone else for it's woes will never amount to much. Yet we've been doing this every day.
Get up my friends. Your future is yours to make. Our fathers in their youth once believed they still have time. They waited and waited until time was gone. Shall we also wait for a better tomorrow? Who will bring it? Arise compatriots! You owe this nation of our fathers' blood, a generation that will not fail it's generation. We owe the next generation a baton that has not withered in our hands.
Arise youths. Arise to self realization! Arise to the truth that your destiny lie in your hands. Arise to the knowledge that you can only write tomorrow's success in today's struggles. What lies before us is greater than what lies behind us. I see our sun in the horizon. Today, is the morning. Arise!
Let us build a nation. God bless Nigeria. God bless Africa. God bless United Nations.
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