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Election Brouhaha: House of Cards or The Missing Link

Hey darlings! I did get your comments on my last post and I must say a big thank you. The comments and reviews were more than enough for me to continue with this. Thank you so much!

Trust your day was great.  Mine was alright. Nothing out of the ordinary though. Had to go to work but closed a little bit earlier than usual.

Apparently, tomorrow is an Election Day after the abrupt cancellation of the election which was earlier scheduled for last week. The cancellation was a sad experience and clearly showed to the whole world that my country wasn’t ready for the future! 🤦🏽‍♀️

Not sure I am excited about tomorrow’s election. The whole tension is quite overwhelming and my WhatsApp application isn’t helping matters either. It almost feels like I’m in a toxic relationship with it. I mean, how else do I explain leaving my phone for a few minutes and return to over a thousand messages from WhatsApp (mostly from the different chat groups though with discussions centered on politics).

Sometimes, I think how Nigeria will get to her promised land. “Who is the missing link?. Are there still good leaders who are void of greed, vendetta and selfishness... I mean those who are godly in truth and in spirit, those who have a defined mission with the ability and capacity to rule, those who have that discerning spirit to discern between what is truly right and wrong, those who have a vision for Nigeria because whether we like it or not vision is a big deal. Tell me “these people” are only from my imagination and I may believe you! Can Nigeria ever be free from the shackles of godfatherism? How hard can it be to not have square pegs in round holes? Sad, yeah?... I know.

Almost feels like we would continue with the real life story of “House of Cards” where our leaders would derive every possible means to fuel their insatiable hunger for power and more power. In a way to quench the hunger, a lot will have to suffer.

 The greatest sufferers of this menace are the poor masses. You see that 3-year old Adamu whose parents can’t afford to have a proper three-square meal, whose parents can’t afford to take him to school, whose parents can’t afford shelter and have to sleep in that uncompleted building or anywhere the night meets them. Can we also talk about that beautiful young teenager whose parents are digging the ground earnestly to find a befitting harvest that will last them a long time but isn’t forthcoming and she is left to hawk the perishable fruits she can lay her hands on just to support her family. *Sigh*

In all of this, I hope we hold on tight to each other’s hands in order to keep hope alive. Someday, not never, maybe tomorrow, Nigerians get to be conscious and focused in the search for the missing link.

Maybe tomorrow, Nigeria will be truly ours. Maybe we will get her back in good condition.

Before you thumbprint on that ballot paper, think of your generations to come. Would you prefer a real life house of cards or be willing to solve the puzzle with the missing link?

The choice is all ours to make.

Until next time. I extend love, light and strength to you. Cheers.




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