Welcome to another week – the last week of May. Seriously I don’t know where the year is flying to. Rather than lament, it is better to just use the time wisely as it comes because it is clearly waiting for no one. I have to apologise for my absence for some days…fuel scarcity hit the blog.haha. Really though, we’ve not had light for how many days now and my mum is using the generator prudently. Most times when the generator goes on I have to sort out ministry work first.
I’ve had a lot of things on my mind that I wanted to share. Some of them I have forgotten now because I was not able to put them down. However, there’s one thing that has stayed with me for some days and it’s about keeping hope alive for Nigeria. Honestly I’m very sad. I feel the world is moving forward but for some reason we are regressing as a nation. Over the last few weeks, I have watched how people have struggled just to get fuel. Going out with a jerry can in hand has become a thing now. Almost everybody has one. Then there is the scarcity of transportation and when you do get a bus, the bus fare will almost make you collapse.
I had to walk a long distance yesterday on my way to church after waiting for a bus for more than 30 minutes. When I eventually got a bus, the fare had more than doubled. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I spent all the money I had on me just to get to church. Thank God for nice brethren who drop you close to your house. While I was in church, other people explained how they had to spend close to N500 just to get to church. It was truly sad.
This may not be a big deal for you. I couldn’t help but think yesterday that even in the midst of this entire struggle there are some people somewhere who are not affected by it. You may be one of such people but I am not. I don’t drive yet but I work. I move around the streets of Lagos and I see the despair on people’s faces. I thank God I am able to afford the hike in fare price but what about those who can’t? What about people who cannot run their businesses because of this scarcity? Their source of livelihood has been shut down. And trust Nigerians, the price of every other thing will go up. I won’t be surprised if I go to the woman that I normally buy bread from and she tells me a different price all in the name of fuel scarcity. I really feel for the average Nigerian.
How long are we going to continue like this? Though things may look bad, we cannot give up on our country. And this is not the time to keep blaming one person or the other. I don’t know what improvement that has ever brought. There needs to be a way out. Nigerians need their hope renewed. Things have to be better. People have struggled enough. I think the girl that sells pineapple close to my estate deserves a break. Even the bus drivers deserve a break too. They are only trying to make ends meet.
My dream for a better Nigeria is alive. Despite what I see today, I won’t give up on that dream. Like I always say to people, one government cannot miraculously solve all the problems of this nation. It is going to be a collective effort. We need to play our part and they need to play theirs too. Don’t keep complaining that the country is bad when you regularly do things that contribute to the bad state of the country. Remember, Nigeria is our country and it is our responsibility to make sure that this nation stands. Always keep that in mind.