Believing we have nothing to do with the Epidemical state of Nigeria’s Democracy, we have flexed our fingerprints on gamepads while we leave the older generation to compete with the “vote-buying and rigging identity” of the Government.
Ballot boxes are yet to feel the weight of our unified votes. Jogging back to the day a man disguise into the government, he said “I belong to nobody, and I belong to everybody” If unfulfilled promises were gold, Saudi Arabia will be a street in Nigeria. They have employed this strategy over time, passing the splendour of sitting in Aso-Rock to themselves since the inception of Democracy in Nigeria.
It is painful to see that going through the painful surgery of birthing “Democracy in Nigeria” is to see that we are still fixed in an incubator, been fed with lies and recycled promises (In Nigeria, our leaders do not fulfil promises, they recycle it, feed it to us again, recycle it again…) In a bid to quench the thirst of their power desert, they’ll pack enough to buy our votes in time to come, but remember and pin it “They’ll buy your votes in time to come and by-pass your requests. Time will be here when your votes will either draw water from the well of your tears or it liberates you from the hand of the chameleons that skillfully beg for our votes.
The sand has wholly slid through the waist of the Hour-glass and it is time to dignify the effort of people who died in the process of getting the Nigeria we all deserve, by getting our voters card, not just that, but sentencing them to 600 years of silence.
Beneath the fertile soil of Nigeria, broods wealth and enough riches to reach the child of nobody, but all have been sheltered and sabotaged into the pits dug to feed their generations to come, alongside their unending greed. The Nigeria we ought to have is bigger than the sweetest of dreams anybody might have in mind. And as a matter of fact, it is an insult to say that I dream of the Nigeria to come because it is beyond the dreaming sight of any man.
Dear Nigerian Youth, we are one vote away from unclamping the wings of our eagle, one vote away from seeing the true identity of our country. Underneath the stains of muds lies the true and glaring Green and White of our dear country.
With my vote, With your vote. With our vote. We wash this country off all stains and deceit.