A Love Letter to Nigeria

By Vivian U. Ogbonna

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Monday, October 13,
2014.

My Dearest
Nigeria,

As you celebrate your 54th Birthday
today, I wish you tell you that my thoughts and prayers are with you, as they
have always been.

Today, I remember the years I’ve spent with you
with mixed feelings. My memories are both sad and joyful. Tears fill my eyes,
even as a smile flits across my lips. One moment I feel a deep sadness, and the
next moment my eyes light up with happiness. I’ll tell you why.

I’m sad because I know that you should have been
greater than you are today. Your streets do not have to be paved with gold, but
they should have been populated with people whose hearts throb with hope,
confidence and trust in you; a people who believe in you and all that you stand
for; a people who know you are able to protect them; a people who go to bed
every night assured that their lives and the lives of their children are safe;
a people who constantly look to the future with courage and determination; a
people who would be eager to put their hands on the plough knowing that what
they sow is what they will reap in equal measure; most of all, a people who would
love you the way you ought to be loved, which is unconditionally.

Whenever I look at you, I see a grown man who
seems to be plodding on slowly, heavily, as though you were carrying a weight
too heavy for you. I know that every day you come up against challenges that
threaten to break you into pieces; I know that you are often pulled this way
and that by negative forces, situations and people battling for supremacy over
you; I know that you are often unfairly bombarded by lies and falsehood being
peddled against you from different quarters. I also know, deep inside my heart,
that I have contributed in no small way to your being the way you are today.

I acknowledge that the problems that stare you
in the face could be overwhelming. But I know that you are made of steel and
therefore unbreakable. And all that weight you carry about shall be made
lighter some day. Not by your efforts alone, but through mine also, because my
life is entwined with yours. Like Siamese twins, our destinies are inseparable,
and wherever you go, there will I follow, obediently. So, I should stop berating
you for your mistakes because the mistakes I see in you are the ones I have
made. Your failings are a result of my own failings and I know I should strive
to do better, rather than blame you each time I hit my toe against a stone. I
want to be numbered with those who have helped turn you around and I hereby promise
to turn a new leaf starting from today.

That is why, this October 1, I wear a smile on
my lips as I think of you and write this love note to you. My tears will not
fall, my brows will not crease with worry any longer; my steps will not be
hesitant as I walk towards your embrace because I know that I will be safe in
your arms. I know you are growing, I know you are learning and doing, and in
the process getting wiser. The journey is taking a bit too long but I know
you’ll get there, some day. I am not clairvoyant but I know that soon the tide
will turn and you will make me proud. Then I shall walk with my head held high;
I shall not be looked upon with condescension any longer; I shall not be snubbed
and ridiculed by people who ordinarily would not hold a candle to me; I shall
hold my own among people of other great nations. One day I will be happy to be
called yours.

My love, I just want to tell you that in spite
of the way you are, with your ugly face, and your warts, and your knock knees,
and your squint eyes, and your big, bald head, I still love you. Unconditionally…

Yours truly,

A Nigerian Citizen.Vivian U. Ogbonna is an interior decorator
who lives and works in Lajos and Abuja, Nigeria. She studied English Language
at the University of Nigeria Nsukka. She loves the written word and hopes to be
a published author in the future.

A Love Letter to Nigeria

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