2 years ago, if anyone asked me where I wanted to be 2 years
after graduation. My answers would lie somewhere along the lines of being in
Nigeria. But a lot can change in 2 years, and a lot has changed.
When I left Nigeria, I finally had a taste of what living in
a developed country felt like, and this was so inspiring. I wanted to bring the
change I had seen elsewhere back home to my country. I knew I would face
challenges, but call me naïve, call me crazy – I wanted to do it all the same. Like little raindrops tht make a river, I saw myself as the little
raindrops of change that would build a river of change in Nigeria, with the
help of other like-minded Nigerians of course.
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In my opinion, Nigeria has gotten much worse over the last 2
years. I love my country, that hasn’t changed but I have re-evaluated if
Nigeria is where I really want to be in the next 2 years. My personal safety is
important to me, and this has me evaluating if my one-man (woman) revolution is
worth it.
I have family in Nigeria who are healthy, safe and sound
(Glory to God), but this doesn’t guarantee anything. I ask myself if it is
worth living the comfort an relative security of the western world for a cause
with no guarantee of success?
To be honest, at the moment the thought of living in Nigeria
kinda scares the crap outta me. The story of the young girl who lost her entire
family in the St Theresa's Catholic church Christmas Day bombing broke my heart. Who says I have to
live in Nigeria to cause change? Cant I do that right here in Canada? Think 2011 Egyptian Revolution. The spirit is willing but the flesh is
weak.
Nelson Mandela did it, so maybe I can. I am not Madiba but
his courage and bravery inspires me. I do not know the will of God, but will
listen and obey His will. Where He leads, I will follow.
One last thing my Naija people, e go better.
