Arise Compatriots!
On this day under the hot sun listening to the cool background old school afrobeat made me felt like I was in the 90's. Starring at the breezy afternoon all I could imagine was the thoughts flashing through the busy mind of this hopeless faces around me. They seem happy but sad, strong but weak, okay but hungry. Smokes in the air and the burden some vibrating generators at the garage couldnt let me discern the way forward for my great country. 'Green White Green' they say is the color of my fathers' land but all I could see was 'Red! Red!! Red!!'. What is the hope for these ones around me that call themselves workers, working all day and night yet their income is nothing to write home about. The hawkers, taxi divers, marketers of different sort of goods, mechanics, carpenters, abokis, mallams, barbers, welders, the farmers, salesmen and sales women I salute. They keep our country running on an economical scale suitable and affordable for the mass. They sacrifi