Because the turbines went off one after the opposite, the evening grew quieter till it was cuddled in tranquility. The neighborhood snoozed, whereas the watchmen saved watch below the quilt of the darkish skies. The serene evening was nearly good, apart from the chirping refrain of nocturnal birds and crickets. The pendulum clock, which has survived 4 generations, chimed to ring in 11 pm.
The silent evening pampers one’s thoughts to spontaneously mirror and ponder on life, residing and legacy.
This nation, we’re wont to consider, was merely a British contraption, a compelled and unlucky marriage between the Northern Protectorate and its Southern counterpart. Quite, we select to consider with each conviction that Nigeria, the satisfaction of the Black race, got here to be by a Divine order, far and above any Western association.
That divine instrumentality is what offers us, Nigerians, that distinct and distinctive id in any a part of the world we discover ourselves. From the Sahel to the creeks, coast to coastlines, hills to plains, forests to islands, Nigeria is nothing in need of nature’s reward to the world.
Sadly, for greater than six a long time and nonetheless counting, Nigeria as a nation has been grappling with existential threats from inside, and developmental challenges which have continued to impede development, growth, peace and unity.
The Nigeria’s imaginative and prescient, handed down from one technology to technology to construct on the inspiration of 1 nation indivisible below God, now rests on the shoulders of the present crop of leaders, and residents alike. Our duty is to not solely bear the torch, but in addition move it on to the following technology, higher, stronger, higher and larger than we acquired it.
And thence comes our nervousness – a state of being nervy – giving rise to limitless worries on whether or not we might be capable to meet and even exceed these expectations. Although stressed, nonetheless assured in God; though anxious, but cautious in prayer.
Would the Nigeria’s imaginative and prescient handed to us by our predecessors vanish like a mirage, in our time? Ọlọrun maje! Allah ya kiyaye!
Would this work of advancing the frontiers of Nigeria in all its ramifications, be deserted in our time? ‘Shekwo ta’ yeñ! Oghuefia!
Would this Union of peace-loving, united and God-fearing individuals, that’s quick dropping its satisfaction of place within the comity of countries, disintegrate in our technology? Owoicho ta!
Would this mandate and project, handed to us by our forbearers, to appreciate the potentials of Nigeria in direction of a affluent future, finish in our time? Chukwu ekwekwa!
Whether or not you might be an elected official or non-public citizen, non-public sector employee or civil servant, younger or previous, this imaginative and prescient, the Nigeria’s imaginative and prescient should not and will by no means die in our time. This Union must not ever break up in our time. This work should not be deserted in our time. This project must not ever fail nor falter in our time.
To those that believed we have been bequeathed a damaged system, a divided and fractured home, please do nicely to tell them we will go away behind a greater system constructed on the foundations of justice and fairness. Inform it to the plains and mountains that we will unite this nation. Declare it on the streets that we will heal our land. We will usher in a brand new season of prosperity.
Let’s proceed to be patriotic in obligation and altruistic in service, and collectively, we will deliver Nigeria nearer to a extra good, egalitarian and equitable nation.
As I mirror on this stuff, the somber voice of the uncelebrated singer will be heard within the distant unknown, every rising word an intense expression of conviction, and every falling word a sense of tension.
ọrụ a ọ ga-akwụsị n’oge m
ọrụ a ọ ga-agbasasị n’aka m.
ọrụ a, ọ ga-eru aka m, wee kwụsị? God forbid!
The buzzing noise of offended and blood-thirsty mosquitoes woke me up from my reverie. I regarded on the time; it was 12:00hrs. The hope of daybreak.
Ekene S. Imelikachi
Epic Pen, the Cicero of Pmagbe Group
Ekene Imelikachi: The midnight watch -The musings of Cicero