My dream
My Dream (A response to my Facebook friends) I was psychologically bewildered the moment Fr. Clement at the introduction of the mass said “let us pray for the soul of those murdered in Benue as one of us is affected”. This threw me out of the mass as the rest of celebration was left To Whom It May Concern. I was thrown into thoughts. This is for the second time in a year. In my thought, I thought of the decay in the Nigerian system. The government, offices, schools and even the church is not left out. Bribery and corruption is so cancerous that even God seems to have no cure for this land. Imagine some of my brothers are been denied of matriculations which they merited. Really I didn’t even know when it was time for break during lectures. “Jonathan! why are you seated in this class without jotting? Why not go into the hostel and rest at least by that you can achieve something.” Sylvester said. All I could say was “my broteerr”? Not long after that, the destruction that has already...