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"INDEPENDENT" NIGERIA!

It's been a minute!!!

I have been thinking deeply about Nigeria and I sometimes ...No! Maybe one time or twice asked God as a child, some years back why He made my nationality,   Nigerian!
I mean... I felt I could still be black...yea because I love my skin color but Nigerian???

Well...
Over the years, during conversations with friends or colleagues, I wonder why I hurt and get so emotional when we discuss issues affecting us as a country.
I usually would conclude with the fact that I am just a passionate patriot. Especially when I remember how I used to get really passionate when singing the National Anthem and saying the Pledge. I remember looking up the dictionary for  the meaning of the word 'Pledge' and deciding to follow through each word as a promise indeed which I must never break!
Just yesterday, I saw a very funny video of a street interview with a woman who was obviously frustrated about the country and stated she would love to leave the country for her village!
When asked the name of the village, she mentioned the name of a State in the Western region of the country!
I laughed and felt like crying at the same time. She was so depressed, frustrated and serious about her desire to leave the country to the point that she was clearly in a confused mental state!
I have also been careful really about wishing anyone a 'Happy Indepence day' because I was certain to get some really strong negative vibes and reactions.
It's true that people are really hurting, hungry and depressed. Naira is gradually losing or has lost its value; companies are shutting down; some families are starving... A whole lot is happening...

It is equally tough to show or tell people around that things would get better and that the phase is probably part of an economy cycle and with the right strategies, policies and leadership, our economy would get better and stronger; our land will be green again and all will indeed be well!

It might be difficult as well to tell people to speak peace and greatness to the land. To speak plenty and fruitfulness to the land. To pray for our leaders and ask God to help us paddle our boat in the right direcrion and desired destination.

Wait...before you curse, be quiet and listen to the voice of wisdom speaking to your hearts. Listen to that voice, whispering and showing you great opportunities admist the dirt. Follow that voice that speaks calmness even in the storm.
Leap...for that sign of rain, the abundance of rain yet to come but will surely come.
Act...do your part! Maybe Nigeria is really NOT Independent afterall and needs our little drop no matter how frustrating to make itself a mighty ocean indeed.
P.S
This is a personal commitment that can have multiple effects and become a grander vision for those who pray for the peace of their 'Jerusalem'.
Nigeria is my 'Jerusalem'. I will intentionally 'Think', 'Speak', 'Act' and 'Pray' for the Nigeria of my dream!
~Titilayo Adenuga
01/10/16 - 01:28 am
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