People wonder why multinationals do not sponsor educative stuffs but rather BBN. When they sponsor concerts of musicians that shame your womanhood in their lyrics, you give them a sold out concert. Actually, there are numerous scholarship for education savvy individuals but inspite of that, people leave school with more exes and body counts than as in their transcript.
It is my opinion that if we must stick together, the component units (states) must be independent of the centre and grow at it own pace. No longer should we rely on Aso Rock for all and sundry.
We have seen the elders fail. Freedom didn’t come cheap, yet in six years of independence we were already taken by military rule and a year later by an unforgettable war that the Igbos are still seething from. The system is warped, wieldy and unsustainable. Our democracy has been a charade, producing a government of liars by liars for liars.
Childhood is as beautiful thing. Forgetting it is an open wound. Just think of how losing a childhood photograph makes you feel. Whether, your childhood was like damaged merchandise or like Kelvin McAlister’s in “Home Alone”, our past do make us really, who we are. Childhoods are not hatchets; you don’t bury them. So, the idea that childhood was better in time past with examples that only represent the low class is a ridiculous myth.