The Dream

It is no longer news that Nigeria is in devastation. Regardless of how diplomatic and cautious any scholar will try to be in his commenting, the truth and undeniable fact will always remain that in a land flowing with milk and honey, blessed with human resources and natural abundance, nothing seems to be working. The entire nation that used to be the most revered and one of the most respected worldwide, has found a way to fall below the respect benchmark and the floor line of the most loved index. Everywhere you look things seem to be in disarray; security has taken a deadly turn, a prediction of the collapse of the Nigerian federation has being made by an international watchdog, little factions and small, lonely, oil rich, politically marginalized and persecuted islands have declared themselves free, raised their banner, formed their song and pledge and money and constitution, and have began the hard work of convincing the whole world that they are an independent nation; independent of what they claim is now a failed state of Nigeria.
The politics seem to have failed us, no matter how objective and fair I try to be, it still seem that the order of the day put in just about enough effort to discredit every positive star I put on their shoulder. Insecurity has become the most spoke of issue, there is hunger in the land, unemployment seem to be yearning for a new federal ministry, and those living below the poverty line might from what is happening today forget about any sort of aid from the leadership of the hour; I assure you, aid won’t come any time soon.
Nigeria runs a big and seemingly unresponsive government; the biggest and most expensive in the world. It seems like everything exist for the protection of an elite few, that every other existent social amenities is made to be just good enough for the masses, and when it is they seeking aide or medical attention, everything that exist in Nigeria, used by Nigerians isn’t just good enough for them.
The problem