It is discouraging, unpalatable, utterly ridiculous
and uncompromising to say the least for any human created by the merciful
father the most High, not to truthfully boast or rather meticulously pronounce
in the mist of his bosom friends that actually I am a Nigerian. It is preposterous
in its entirety for able bodied men to begin denying their fatherland.
Sometime
in October last year, October first to be precise, when on my way to a special
business trip I met my old school mate at the Danbatta- in Oganye Lanpaye
senatorial district. Please let me remember what ensued that faithful day! Yes
after embracing my friend, Mr. Felix, whom I usually call Felly for short; I
subsequently wish him Happy Independent
Day He looked at me scornfully and sorrowfully too and ask me once again
“what do you just say?” Please, just follow in the discussions that follow
afterwards:-
Me: Mr. Felly, I said happy independent Day Celebration
Mr. Felly: It is shocking and embarrassing that since we met
last in the year 1960, you have still not changed this your belief and unguided
principles and utterances to say the least.
ME: How do you mean my friend?
Mr. Felly: is it not disheartening to note Mr. Bosom friend that
since independence in 1960, nothing tangible has been noticed done? This land
that has been so blessed by God with more than enough human resources and
natural endowment begging to be milked or tapped from the nooks and cranny of
the country (Nigeria).
Is
it not frustrating my friend to note that there are still graduates who are
roaming the streets of the country without good employment? For the past years,
these ones cannot afford for themselves three square meals a day; The citizens cannot
sleep peacefully for the sake of whether they can be the next victims to be
attacked by the men of the underworld. This means that our security is loosed.
The situation has become so porous that even the truth has been thrown to the
wind. A country where the poor is getting poorer everyday, the middle class has
been wiped completely wiped out. Consequently, it is now the game between the
upper class and the lower class. No more middle class in the setting of Nigeria. The
most important and most cherished class of people “the farmers” are even left
to wroth away just like a rotten mango. Our class in the society (those in the
grass-root) is gradually being wiped away. Soon there will be no segment name
those in the grass root anymore. All these are happening to us in the country
we call our fathers land.
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Mr. Felly: No matter what kind of intimidation I may face, I
will not hesitate to mention that there is a sector of the economy that must
not be left to blow away just like chaff.
The
abandoned sector, which they has failed to develop for many years now. The
Agriculture sector has really
suffered. Farmers were in these times; treated like people being affected by
leprosy. They forget to remember that without farmers, the nation does not
exist. Even when a program is set up to assist the farmers, it is being
hijacked by the rich and well to do, in the society (those in the upper class).
Can the leaders tell the masses why Nigeria is among the nations
suffering from food shortage today? Is it because the farmers are not ready to
produce food for their people to eat? Or is it that the country don’t have good
and productive land to farm in? The fact is that Nigeria has been said to be the
largest single cassava producer in the world. The question is, is Nigeria cassava
appreciated in the world market? If no,
Why?
ME: Hmm… I am left of words but do you
not know that we are still better off than those in Sudan, Chad, Guinea Bissau, or even Cameroon? Why
can’t you also see it from this angle?
Mr.
Felly: My old friend, I tell you. If you continue to look at it like this for
the next few years to come, it might be considered that you are in the dark.
People will say that darkness has fallen on you; Mr. Felly said to me “my old
friend, you look like a Bakassi Person. People that has been attached to the Cameroon.”
I
tell you; when I left my friend Felly, I started to realize the truth about
what he has just told me. From the discussion, I have learnt that we in the
grass root have been trampled upon for a very long time now. The widow has been
left unkempt for. The children have not been given their place of things, you
cannot distinguish the graduate from the illiterate, and the farmers who are
the pillars of the nation are automatically treated like slaves in their own
fathers land. No! I won’t be a party to it anymore. I will join the train the
Gofta train; those in this train has made up their minds to fight the cause of
those intimidated and cheated on. Those on whose expense the rich gets richer;
and the powerful get on stronger. We in Gofta say no to human inhumanity to
man.
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