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Are there still brooms in the market?

Everywhere I turn, someone is either talking about GEJ’s hilarious make-up or GMB’s stunning daughter. I have gradually become convinced that all these aggressive debates about the contesting giants are responsible for the alarming weather
twists. Or, how else can one explain the sudden heat wave that has taken over Lagos in the past few days except that like that largely forgotten  KOWA woman, the sun has decided to remind us of its existence after harmattan’s intense reign. Someone I know actually put up a status pleading with harmattan to remember this is Nigeria, not Russia. Such pleas must have made the sun extremely jealous, hence the vengeance we are experiencing now.

Now that Charles Soludo has almost rendered both parties unworthy of our precious votes( which also signify our power) by his much appreciated expose’ on the state of the Nigerian economy, I am weak. So weak that if anybody should mention Buhari, APC, Jonathan or PDP around me right now: I would scream. OK, thankfully, nobody did.  

Jokes apart though, while the state of our nation is mostly depressing; I find it quite exciting that the Nigerian electorate finally feel empowered. For the first time in my short life, people are having extensive debates about the forthcoming elections (even if they are discussing based on sentiments and neglecting the actual issues, at least they are discussing). Nigerians are counting down to the elections and teaming up in support of their candidates. Friends are breaking into debates and the electorate is getting involved, wielding their power to enthrone or dethrone. It is indeed refreshing.

Never the less, I realised that apart from the forth coming polls, things are still happening o. Even though Okada men now wear ‘change’ t-shirts like a second uniform, they are still as incommunicable and lawless as ever. Lagos traffic is still intense and Nigerian youths still post extremely hilarious things on their profiles across the innumerable platforms. Dear friends, you won’t believe that with all this election brouhaha and, scarcity of brooms in the market and non-stop campaigns, some people are still proposing and selling aso ebi.  Abi, elections will come sha come and go, the search for Mr right on the other hand will not end. As a matter of fact, I am certain a lot of ladies would have been ignorant of the election date if it is not ingloriously clashing with the most anticipated Valentine’s Day.

What’s my point with all these? That opportunities to do your part in things massively bigger than you arise everyday and you should by all means get involved. It is not right or profitable to sit on the fence; fences have been crumbling since the tower of Babel. Yes, your voice is minute and your vote is but one, but it’s yours and it’s a major step on the ladder of growth. Even beyond the elections, at your workplace, school, church, everywhere, it is immensely unprofitable to be that person who never has an opinion and can’t be bothered. No one ever achieved greatness by consistently indulging in ‘siddon look’.

In other news however, when massive waves like elections and economic booms or lulls, social change and all such big events hit the society in which you are situated, don’t merely get caught in the wave. Amidst the jamboree and teaming up, don’t forget what you are about, what you should be doing and the things that really count. Don’t break up with your boo of life because of Buhari’s daughter. Don’t bet on your salary that Jonathan can never win, what if he does? Start projecting as to what will happen to your business after the elections. Keep your focus on the things that are immediately relevant while lending your support to the larger good.


Dear friends, pray for Nigeria, collect your PVC, cast your vote wisely and keep your life together. To be happy and fruitful before, during and after February 14, this is the way.


Photo credit :mommynoire.com

 
Bunmi Aramide




@lofemide



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