Just like every other Nigerian (know it or not), I am proud and terribly ashamed of the tag Nigerian. Not at the same time though, but independently. I am proud and the main reason (the only one, if you mind) would be that I was born Nigerian, in Nigeria and have never stepped out of Nigeria (except in my dreams, of course).
I am ashamed because in spite of the opportunities God (or whoever/whatever you think is our benefactor in this regard) has given my nation to be a great country (you may want to disregard the fact that we have once been great as independent, sovereign nations that would later be amalgamated into this contraption that has without repentance been difficult to fathom), she has refused to yield, standing giripa like the obstinate dog intent on getting lost in the wilderness.
Someone should kindly stop me in my tracks before I start pretending like a pretentious songster, waxing lyrical about nothing Continue reading