Nigeria at 50: The dusk of despair or the dawn of hope
Nigeria marks her 50th anniversary of independence from British rule today, the 1st of October 2010. I’m not going to go into the long and detailed history of Nigeria under British rule, you can check out Wikipedia for that. I am however going to talk about the different feelings a 50-year old Nigeria evoke in me and several other Nigerians.
Much has been written by many articulate, eloquent and prolific writers about the state of play in Nigeria. As a matter of fact, even more will be written today in commemoration of her 50th anniversary. Sometimes these works of writing portray the country in a good light, but more often than not, in a very bad light.
In this blog post, I just want to express in my own words how I feel.
Nigeria; what a conundrum!
A nation brimming with potential
Has now become a sanctum
For all things nonessential.
Nigeria; what a riddle!
The poor are wretched yet the rich get richer,
With no class in the middle
Corruption is the clincher.
Nigeria; what an enigma!
One so endowed with natural resources
Yet boldly bearing the stigma
Of her government pilfering all she grosses.
Nigeria; what a puzzle!
Laying claims to democracy
Whilst constantly seeking to muzzle
Any who decry her hypocrisy.
Nigeria; what a mystery!
Replete with inspiring landscape,
A vast population and a rich history
And yet so many trying to escape.
Nigeria, the Giant of Africa
Will you from the ashes arise?
Shall we once again see a flicker,
As your greatness, you reprise?