REVOLUTION-1

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I like to call myself an agent of change. Dedicated to promoting the cause of excellence in every sphere of my calling. This might sound too broad and not specific but hey, it sure doesn’t sound too bad for an opening  remark in a meeting in which I have to introduce myself. I am an agent of change. I love change, I am committed to personal development, I love to see things happen by vision, creativity, hard work, perseverance, positivity and commitment.

I am writing this post as a debut to a series that I am presently mentally developing.  I do not yet know what I would call it. Maybe revolution, build-up, change … well I don’t know yet. I am still putting my thoughts together. I am trying to see how I can make it effective. Its purpose is clear in my mind but its approach is still a little bit blurry. I am starting this post in the city of Abuja. I am in Abuja for one reason – to grow. But I have encountered a different level of growth. It is one that cannot easily be explained but I will do my best.

We all know our country has a series of problems but somewhere deep down on the inside of ourselves we wish things could change. We wish our country would just be like America, UK, Japan or somewhere. I have also been there, but I write it cautiously, I have been there; I aint there no more. I have left those that wish for a better Nigeria and do nothing about it. Not with this Abuja trip. You know what, I have come to believe that Nigeria will always remain as it is for as long as we remain as we are.

I could not complete the post before I came back to Lagos. So the remaining part is being written in Lagos. Another part of the same country. A part that looks like we are suffering from population explosion. Lets not talk too much.

What I am saying is this, we have to grab the bull by the horn and take hold of our destinies and the destiny of our nation. In the words of Barack Obama, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared.

I left Abuja with a determination to do something about this – I my own little way. Why? Well I have seen the nakedness of our corruption. I have seen how much wealth we have that has been diverted to selfish interests and petty ambitions. I have seen how our leaders have chosen to ignore the cry of the poor, forgetting those who elected them into office (at least that’s what we have been made to believe). I have seen how anything can be achieved if there is money to spend and how this fact has been used by some of the most corrupt men on earth as a tool for fulfilling their own cravings and caprices.

I say with a particular objectivity.  For we are all sometimes too quick to blame, too eager to point out the wrongs of our brothers. The question is this – if we individually are given the same opportunity of power and control, would we perform any differently? Wont we just do the same thing; or even worse? This brings me to the philosophy of an old friend of mine. I could remember that sunny day, it was sunny. We all sat down complaining about the cankerworm that had eaten deep into the fabric of our educational system. We were all in school, eager to get out and conquer our world, becoming more and more aware of the fact that we really didn’t have much control over many things – bad things- that plagued our school system. This friend of mine asked a simple question that led to an argument that I am not sure I still support totally, but that I know is valid to an extent. He asked “who are the saints?”. He said the saints are missing in our land. That almost everyone if not all are given to greed and selfishness. He pointed out examples. One that struck me is the argument that we all unconsciously send an approval signal to our leaders that steal public money in public offices. Now let me ask a question of you, so that I can establish your mind in the direction of his thinking.

If you had an uncle that got a job in a public office(ministerial, senate etc.) and you knew his financial level – the kind of car he drove, the type of house he lives, the types of stuff he buys – was average before getting into office, will you ask questions (knowing that his public office salary is not so much more than what he earned before) if you see him suddenly purchase some equipment (called a car), buy a mansion somewhere in ikoyi etc.

My guess, if you are a typical Nigerian, YOU WONT!!!.

Now lets look at the flip side, what if he comes out of public office and goes back to what he owned before and all he talks about is the sense of fulfillment he has from having served Nigeria. Let me predict your reaction…

YOU WILL THIINK HE IS CRAZY. INSANE. DUMMY. NOT SMART. ETC

How would you go into public office and not come out creaming? – that’s the mind of the average Nigerian.

Hey, that senator understands the society, he knows how people think, he knows they can talk but that they will still, on the long run succumb to the temptation of priding themselves of a millionaire Uncle senator (even if he didn’t have a dime before going into office).

He doesn’t want to be the laughing stock of people by going into office and coming out empty-handed. He wants to be seen as a big man by all means.

What was my friend saying? Our beliefs and unconscious expectations  are the unconscious driving forces behind the corruption that has plagued our land.

So back to the question “who are the saints?”

I am sorry this post might look not too organized, I tried to make it, but the thoughts just kept rushing in and I had to deliver them as I was being inspired.

These are a series of posts  in which I would like you to drop your comments whenever you read.

I will be back.

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