By Msonter Anzaa
My mind is blank. I don’t seem to be aware of anything else than the fact that I am not satisfied. There is something I would like to happen but I only wonder what it is. If I pick up a pen, I can complain about almost everything. To complain about a country where nothing works or at least, nothing good works requires a separate opinion article. I can take my time for instance, to criticize a leadership that is weak and irresponsible, if not completely bad. With this little pen, I can then begin to urge saintly Nigerians to rise and sanitize the public space, mopping up its rot and curbing its excesses. In order to draw inspiration and substance, I can reflect on a recent outrageous misbehavior on the part of a leader. This can take me to questioning the legitimacy of the process that threw up this leader in the first place. I can hit hard at corruption and blame it entirely on the big men and women here or the nation’s “owners”. Mine would not be something new as the issues raised are popular.
