The Revolution Has No Tribe
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This week I passed through 3 Nigerian cities in the space of 24 hours!
It started with a 10:00 am flight from Port-Harcourt to Abuja and then a 7:00am flight from Abuja to Lagos the following day. Each city was striking and contrasting in its own unique way…from culture to language to infrastructure. But despite the contrasting differences between each city, there was one thing in common…
In Port-Harcourt there was the ubiquitous presence of police escorts transporting foreigners across the muddy un-tarred roads, in Abuja check points littered every conceivable corner of the well built city filtering the land for bombs, while Lagos was a finesse balance of the Abuja check points and Port-Harcourt escorts. In the midst of the obvious security problems that plagued each city was the ubiquitous stench of poverty that merged seamlessly into the background. Here was a country Nigeria…unified not by a common lofty goal but rather by poverty and security. But despite each cities similar struggle, they are divided…divided by language, religion and culture. Each city fights for a revolution and for a change, but only as divided voices that start off with a scream and end with a whisper.
The revolution that will change a nation will occur only when ethnicity, religion and language takes a back seat…because:
Poverty has no Tribe
Sickness has no Tribe
And the Revolution if it is to come…will have no Tribe*
Inspired by Dike Chukwumerije’s the Revolution Has No Tribe
Wishing You Extreme Success,
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