How can we celebrate when electricity is still a luxury, and millions of homes live in blackout every night? How can we celebrate when every new government commissions projects that never get finished, while our roads kill more people than accidents abroad?
How can we celebrate when kidnappers have turned our highways into hunting grounds and farmers cannot go to farm without fear of death? How can we celebrate when hospitals are empty of equipment, mothers die giving birth, and children are wasted by hunger?
How can we celebrate when our graduates carry certificates but no jobs, while our schools go on strike, and our doctors run away abroad because Nigeria cannot give them a decent life? How can we celebrate when the same leaders who destroyed our system travel abroad for medical care and send their children overseas for education, leaving us to suffer in this mess?
We say diversity is our strength, but look at us — tearing each other apart with religion, tribe, and hate. Insecurity is everywhere, corruption is normal, hunger is rising, and the youth are losing hope. Tell me, my people, what exactly is there to celebrate?
Nigeria of 1960 was far better than Nigeria of today. Independence should mean freedom, growth, and unity. But instead, it feels like chains, pain, and betrayal.
Until our leaders change and until we rise together as people, independence will just be another public holiday with nothing to truly smile about.
If you feel this pain, follow porrop for the truth they don’t want us to say. Together, our voice must be heard!
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