By Kema Ufelle
Having
spent the better half of my productive years in a seemingly endless search for
the proverbial greener pastures, I would consider myself, albeit ashamedly, as somewhat
of an authority on matters bordering on comparative analysis of best living
conditions among countries of the world.
While in
search for this utopian good life, I often pause to realize the unique crop of
creation we really are as Nigerians. This uniqueness has lulled me into the
irresistible conclusion that we are indeed the happiest conurbation of persons
on earth. The headlines that attract our collective vents of passion never seem
to hesitate in taking their turns. We, as it were, seem to solidify our ties as
a nation when we have these ‘opportunities’ to express ourselves in heated
arguments over these ‘national issues’, as we endlessly argue during every
encounter we have with both friends and foes.
Today
it is ‘fuel subsidy’; tomorrow it is ‘occupy Nigeria’ and the next day, it is
‘ASUU Strike’. The streets will go agog; the newspaper-stands will turn to
policy making centres; the apolitical will suddenly become political
juggernauts while overnight, the ignorant will become self-appointed road-side policy
instructors.
