Dear Mom
2007 is virtually over. And the masses' pains aren't ending! Homes upon homes are nowhere near what will resemble either Sallah or Christmas celebrations.
The politicians have paid themselves huge perquisites and privileges while the voters are groping for solutions to the penury being perpetuated and projected by the same political class! It is very pathetic.
Nigerian roads are so bad that they strangle food security and delivery. Pocket-friendly prices are gone! Then the roads proceed to gulp innocent blood in an orgy of avoidable angst. Ember months accidents have taken new dimensions such that not many contemplate the traditional home-going with da usual excitement this year. So troubling indeed.
Now what do we do? Even electricity has virtually left the plants, the poles and the gas pipelines in the land!
Barka Da Sallah? Well, yes...spiritually.
Merry Christmas? Oh yes.....habitually.
With your prayers, and our persistence, I trust 2008 will be Happy and Prosperous!!!
Love
Dayo
In the business of life and living, and the way we grow up, there is a compelling conversation which binds us for aye...with our parents and siblings. Here or beyond, we sort of keep the link, the bond. And we refer or report visibly or invisibly, known or unknown...to them. I should be sharing my thoughts and notes in this regard, as well as speaking to your own dads and moms by mutual solidarity.
Showing posts with label Worrisome Year. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 15, 2007
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