Sometimes when I'm very ill, I have terrible dystopian dreams. I visualize war and intense violence. I also have hallucinations. When I wake, I imagine I'm still in the world created by my dreams. #Nigeria #Politics #Governance 
Now that the episodes have ocurred a few times, my rational mind recognises the world is not real. I know that once I go back to sleep and wake again, everything will be alright. #Nigeria is like my dreams. The only difference is things do not get better when I wake up.
When I was younger, during the harsh days of SAP & the uncertain days of military rule, I was shielded from the horrors because I had good parents. Parents create the world their children live in. However, now that I'm an adult, this Nigerian world I live in is all too real.
No one will change my world for me. I can only do so myself. Everyday I wake up and Nigeria remains the same, it is because I have failed to change it. I have failed. I am an adult. No one will change my world for me.
Many times, I hear that fixing Nigeria is about developing systems and institutions. I differ. It is all about people. Humans create systems. Evil people create oppressive systems. If you have a critical mass of good people who support one another, they ingrain good systems.
I know too many good people. We must now become political. Our ideas must become political. Our monies must buy political seats at the table. Our networks must throw up political candidates. We are adults now. No one will fix Nigeria for us.
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