Oh Nigeria, thou wast created to be much more than this. Why hast thou allowed thyself to be the butt of jokes and an object of unrelenting ridicule? Oh, Nigeria when wouldst thou attain those glorious heights envisaged by true patriots who, when they speaketh against thy inglorious descent to 4th-World-country status, act to forestall that incredulous retrogressive slide? Oh Nigeria, shouldst thou rouse thyself from such inanities and rise to thy divinely apportioned status as leader of the black race? Thou whom the rest of Africa wouldst rely to ascend to glorious pinnacles, now lies prostrate, unable to raise a finger in thy own aid, bringing to naught even the aspirations of thy own.
Would thy citizens cast aside inerrant divisions to resolve, even unto death, to see you great, oh Nigeria? And thy leaders? Where be the charisma, nay the leadership selflessness, requisite for raising such blessed State to greatness? Instead thou hast been the compendium of mediocrity, selfishness, and a litany of other petty differences that have thou, oh Nigeria, in a chokehold such that even should seeming charismatic individuals rise to offer service to the fatherland (if such were still today possible) there among them will the evil machinations rise to smoulder those aspirations, and grind the remains to dust.
Oh but Nigeria, no country competes with thou should words of mouth be the competition. The citizens that thou didst spew on this terrestrial firmament have taken the act of talking to an art form. They can be seen talking before they be fully awake and do not stop until fully asleep. And no subject is sacrosanct to these loose-lipped citizens. From issues to which their claim to knowledge is negligible to those for which their ignorance is insurmountable. Yet, an unbelievable amount of time is devoted to covering every minute of the day with mindless chatter. Match words with action? Babu!!!! For where?
Oh. Thou. Nigeria.
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