I am nostalgic about this day ! (Concern Nigerian)

A mixed bag of happiness and trepidation. I am happy that once more, Nigerians have found yet again a reason to be hopeful and proud.  

Afraid that our hopes could yet again be killed. My father told me about the happiness that enveloped our country on October 1, 1960 when Nigeria gained political independence.

That hope soon faded in 1966 when the art of stealing started creeping in. The soldier stepped in, and things went awry. The hopes were dashed. In 1979, the same euphoria of hope swept across the nation after the hand over of power to Shagari. Few years after, they elevated the art of stealing to new highs. The military stepped in, and the hope died. In 1993, MKO Abiola built a formidable political machine that raised hopes very high. We trooped out in millions to elect him to lead us to el Dorado.

That hope was dashed by Ibrahim Babangida. In 1999, we felt excited when Obasanjo was “elected” to drive our country back to sanity. He personally killed that hope when the lure of lucre beclouded his sense of reasoning. In 2011, we trooped out en mass to elect “a breathe of fresh air” and renew our hopes in Goodluck Jonathan. He promised to do more and re-engineer Nigeria. Within a few months of ascension, he capitulated, damned all of us and danced to the music of corruption, ineptitude and cluelessness. The hope died. Today, we are back on the path of promise once more.

I lost hope and faith in Nigeria until now. I have supported Buhari this far, with the believe that he has sufficient moral capital to turn things around.. I am praying that God gives him the strength and good health to re-order this country and move us on the path to recovery. His job is well cut out. I and my family pledge my support in all ways possible, to be a new Nigerian, a new being and a new me for a new country. God bless my country.