THE REVOLUTION BEGINS
I see that day, a day that all Nigerians were looking forward to. A day that Nigerians got to choose and decide whom they wanted to sit on the “metaphorical throne”.
They stood in line, stepped on every stone, under the rain and even in the unexpected heavy dusty wind. We stand in line hoping and believed that every vote we made would count. “Oh, how foolish of us”. We had faith without doubt, but we hoped wrongly. ……. You could see the youth seeking for freedom and justice. You could see them thinking; “we have done it”, “we made it”, but they were wrong. You could hear them shouting; “it was to be free and fair” but it was not free neither was it fair. It was violent and unfair.
So, we asked ourselves, were all those struggles worth it; was it?
We hear the cries of the people, protesting here and there and the angry voice of Nigerians telling them to give them what they own; “The right to vote” and make a decision. Hopes and dreams of Nigerians have been shattered. …….
Our future has been shattered. What more do we have left? We were given false promises, a hope in our “defaulted system by the INEC chairman but all they saw was disappointment and damages, …… damages to their properties, damages to their health. Damages to the expectations but most of all damage to what little faith they had in our beloved Nigeria. For the fact we all have sacrificed our time just thinking that our vote could count, but we were wrong. Can it be the same again? Nigerians had a heart full of hope for this so-called election, that was to be our time to choose, decide our nations future, decide what we want to make. Was our future or was it our past? We will never know but what we know is that it will never be the same again, because Nigerians will never lose again! Nor left to die again!
Written by:
Anabell
Primary six Pupil
NKMS
