By CHidera Okeke (Trudera)
It’s the hustling spirit: read the book so hard, get the grade, then move on to another state to study.
Or, do you stay back?
Me? I’d choose the Nigerian dream, all day and every day. The days of patriotism are long gone. You can’t even drink water and drop the cup in peace. Go for a walk and you might step in cow dung. That’s exactly the state of this country.
Are you inhaling fresh air, or the accumulated years of piled refuse in all the drainages? Imagine walking back home, looking forward to stretching out after a long day’s work… then, no light. And don’t even get me started on wanting to chill with friends at the local bar. Ignore the expensive drink; that’s just the price for peace. But one “hello”? Fifty thousand naira.
Please, I’d choose the Nigerian dream. As the last-born in my family, I’d rather be caring for an old lady in another country than doing what I’m doing here.
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