My dreams require a crawling out of the shadowy darkness of self doubt.
After which I often take a long fearful walk rife with the nagging possibility of failure towards the light of clarity; before confidently climbing on top of obstacles with certainty that I can achieve these dreams.
It is from this height, elevated and elated that I begin my journey towards becoming, towards being.
I wonder what the general feeling was in Nigeria on October 1, 1960? We all know there was a huge celebration countrywide thanks to archived footage; but what did it all mean to the individuals celebrating? When they were clinking their bottles of beer, what did they say cheers to?
This year’s Independence day celebration really got me thinking about what must have happened in 1960. Maybe because it has been our cheapest Independence day yet; so it was basically no celebration. Last year, billions of Naira was spent on all the pomp but it was cur down this year to a measly 70 million. My sister who lives in the capital city, Abuja said, the difference was extremely clear; everywhere looked boring and ordinary. The previous year was colorful, noisy and all kinds of decoration were on display. I saw (yes, saw) the silence, all the way from Jos…