The Nigerian Messiah.

I hope I get inspired to write about something else soon because all that comes to my head these days is how can my Nigeria become that dream. I am conscious of the poverty state around me and the misinterpreted meaning of luxury that has made brothers rise against brothers. The wrong sense of survival that has made fathers sell their sons. I am conscious of the lack that makes a son’s flesh tasty to his mother.
We laugh amidst our pains, we joke about our lack. Basic things of life are strange to us and our mothers worship the grounds our enslavers walk upon. We wait and pray we won’t be the prey for long and when we get the opportunity to right the wrongs of the past, we are overcome by the fright that lack might come knocking on our door again, so we loot the treasury of millions of people. The dreams of our past haunts us motivating us to steal more, we come outside adorned in the best regalia money can buy and try to feign normalcy while in our hearts we secretly hold the truth that indeed we are diseased because there is no other way we can explain the moneys we loot and keep in foreign banks that we can’t keep track off. Selling our inheritance and spitting on our integrity. We prefer to deny the truth while enjoying our bath with bubbles of our brothers’ tears and blood. We are deaf to the voice of reason. And the madness just keeps going on and on.
In the midst of all these, I dare to see the light, the silver lining in the cloud, I dare to hear the faint voice of hope, inspired enough to keep dreaming. I believe  the saviour doesn’t come in flashy dresses with sweet words, our messiah comes lowly dressed and all he has to say is “I am the chosen one,” the problem is that is what they all tell us.
Messiah, we are still waiting.
N.B: Our fathers failed us but we have the chance to make it right, statistics show that three-quarter of the Nigerian population are youths, let us make use of this number influence and change our society. Let us start the change cry from around us, sanitize our thoughts and build a formidable nation. We all can do it.
My name is Oluwafisayomi Eko-Davies, I am Nigerian and I am NOT a fraudster.