I now realized that blogging has become a part of my life.
I see that I can’t do without it because I can’t afford to live with the pains and frustrations inside me without giving them the avenue to escape-Blog.
There are probably over a hundred groups in Nigeria today clamouring or supporting Jonathan for the presidency.
Nollywood is torn apart by the amount of money that its members will receive for the support or campaign for Jonathan.
Nigerians in Diaspora (NIDO) has almost relocated to Nigeria for the money hunting businesses associated with boot-licking. They are chasing every opportunity to hypocritically show sympathy to the Nigerian masses while fattening their pockets.
One useless group called NIGERIA ECOWAS YOUTH or Nigerian Youths in ECOWAS has promised to open a campaign office in the 16 ECOWAS countries on behalf of Jonathan.
If they are so rich, why don’t they pump the funds into rural electrification or provision of pipe borne water?
Thousands of Nigerians are dying of cholera, even as you read this piece but these morons are more concerned about selfish gains through their hypocrisies.
I have come to realize that the battle for the survival of Nigeria is a lost battle for my generation. My father’s generation was wasted. My generation too is wasted.
We left the truth about the essence of life.
There is now a Nigerian mentality that will not change in my generation. I am very sure that when I die by natural or artificial reasons, Nigeria will remain in the hands of the people who don’t understand the nature of my arguments for the past eight years and since when I wrote “Why Politicians Steal”.
Sometimes I’m thinking like this: Am I the last hope of my generation? Is it just me or are there people like me who know the meaning of public service, accountability and probity? Am I alone in my line of thoughts and ways of thinking about public life?
Public life as I see it is a means to even become poorer so that others might be richer, more comfortable and having a sense of belonging. I have never deemed public service as a means to get rich or becoming comfortable.
You are supposed to be mentally alert and up and doing about the needs of the people, the development of your community and nation at large. The logo is, Others first!
When you serve people, you sacrifice your time, energy and possibly your life because many things and lives depend on you.
In Nigeria, the saints are dead or about to be killed. There is a mentality that those who try to do the right things must be eliminated. To this course I am willing to sacrifice my life. It took so long to write that but I have now realized that it is the reason I am alive.
I am not just. I am not righteous. But I know what public service is.
I have cursed the day I will steal public fund. I know the son of whom I am and I know that money is my slave and not the other way around.
I have been through any kind of experience that any Nigerian will narrate. I saw poverty face to face. I walked and worked my way through the ladders of life, diligently and paying attention to the people on my way up. My goal is to take them up with me and never planning to meet them on my way down. I’m not going down!
I have been told a couple of times by those who love me to “mind what I write or say”, “to mind how I tread in Nigeria”.
But now I don’t care any longer. If I die for the course that I stand for-in my heart and in my soul-so be it. If someone thinks, who is this blogger? Who does he think he is? I don’t care anymore.
I will continue to write about things the way I see them.
Therefore I will be back in a short time to bear my minds about some recent events in Nigeria.
In short those events confirm my fears (as usual) that there is something wrong with the black race. Something is wrong, something very fundamental.
Two generations are irredeemably wasted.
My suggestion is that some people must make deep rooted sacrifices now for the future generations.
I don’t want to be turning in my grave with the regret that I said nothing or I did nothing when I was alive.
Life afterall is a passage. No one leaves this world alive. The best way to pass through this passage is to live and let others live.
I hereby openly rededicate my life to the unborn generations of Nigerians.
I will continue to write on their behalf and shed my tears today so that they can laugh when they arrive.