The dress of my father land

 

   
   I woke up to the sound of "... to serve our father's land..." and I took on the jolly mood and boom! Nepa took light reminding me of the economy situations of my Country. 

I refused to let that weigh me down as I searched through my wardrobe for a perfect cloth that would befit a perfect day.

Then i saw it! My deep green trouser which is stylishly fading at one side and the hidden part was faded beyond measure.             This reminded me of how we put on the facade of sarcasm, Even when in our inner heart, we are deep in anger and betrayal over our beloved country. OMG! You needed to see the wrinkles on the white round neck that was squeezed beyond description, reminding me of how old our dear country was becoming and wrinkles denting her face.

     I told my friend to sleep on it, maybe it could stretch out. You know how we do in those days na😉, same way we selected leaders to stretch out the Country's wrinkles and make it young again. It was proven futile when i saw big wrinkles undergoing weathering ( worse).

    Same way our choosen leaders decided to use our country's weight to stretch out the wrinkles on their faces and make them look younger instead of the opposite." What makes people old isn't age but experiences and responsibilities"but why is our country looking old with age?. 

    I decided to change the white to a less squeezed cloth. Lucky me! I found one..  The day started to fall back into place till it was time to select a shoe. I noticed peelings on the shoe and it drained my vibe to a certain extent. Then i saw a bigger problem as I noticed a small opening on each shoe. 

   I can't go through this.... 

My vibe reduced and i was tempted to keep it low and wear black instead.

No!!! I won't give up. As I was wearing my patriotic attire, my phone went off telling me all this was not worth it. 

    Instead i picked my phone, arranged my things and dashed out to visit my beloved country.

I put on the mascara of pride and I could feel the flowing of a better Naija coming through.

     Suddenly, hunger jabbed my stomach and i grudgingly turned it into a melody that rhymed with the silent music playing in the background. 

    I know the country isn't how we imagined it to be, but we still have long years to go.

Naija can still be better!

Happy Independence day to us all!!

Tenaj👩