Looking out of my home office window, the snow covered landscape is a beauty to behold. The serene and quite but solid assurance that permeate this country side, is like day and night when compared to the turmoil that broods inside of me. As far as the next door neighbor in the distance, there is nothing but white, windless and deposited tear drops of flurries. It is just beautiful but the silence, the solitude and the cold, flames the anger filled- nostalgia for home.
Home is that country Nigeria.
Where leaders squander every opportunity to promote the well being of their people. Where the people are oblivious of their responsibilities. Where people lack the sense of propriety which allow leaders to act as if, everything belongs to them. Where the public servant is the master and public service is a means to acquire untold wealth, that may rank with the world best in capital accumulation, without lifting a finger to engage in any entrepreneurial activity. Where poverty, destitution and corruption has become a way of life.