A nation in pieces: Analects from requiem for my Motherland.
This piece consists of extracts and additions from the main book.
The story of Nigeria could never be told on the pages of a book because
it has a physical and emotional aspects to it, nor could it be spoken of, or projected onto a
screen succinctly. With the missing link of brotherly love, Nigeria became a tasteless cohesion
of misfits. Her history just like her formation is mosaic in nature. Nigerians have turned to
common street begging, supplicating for their daily feeds like a South African Kafir with the
politicians acting as the devilish Boers. But on that day of retribution, all tongues in the nation
shall come together, from the north, south, east and west to sing the Lord’s prayer. On that
same glorious day, all religions of Nigeria shall operate under one Mighty God;
then the nation’s leaders, past and present, will ‘shit’ themselves to death.
This is a snapshot of the making and the unmaking of a nation called NIGERIA, a nation that
feels like a sad song. A cauldron of sweet and sour honey.
Where do we go from here?