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NO ONE SAW IT COMING: A NATION WITHOUT TOMORROW
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1059216NO ONE SAW IT COMING: A NATION WITHOUT TOMORROWhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/no-one-saw-it-coming-a-nation-without-tomorrow/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/663568/6a3efc56-fc76-4e47-9001-56886933bb68.jpg?v=638436376272870000231231MXNGrecian LimitedInStock/Ebooks/1054049NO ONE SAW IT COMING: A NATION WITHOUT TOMORROW231231https://www.gandhi.com.mx/no-one-saw-it-coming-a-nation-without-tomorrow/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/663568/6a3efc56-fc76-4e47-9001-56886933bb68.jpg?v=638436376272870000InStockMXN99999DIEbook20211230005186686_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1230005186686_<p>When the mistakes which the snoring forebears regretted so badly and so deeply, become the celebration of their children and grandchildren, there is but only one meaning: that lessons were not learnt from the dark past. It equally means that the badly stained baton that was passed on by the old generation has continued to be carried on by their offsprings and celebrated by the same with spurious and ignoble pomp and pageantry.</p><p>The unending repeat of the vicious circle has remained until now, defying the constant rule of change. Sadly, it is a defiance beckoning for the results produced only by irreparable danger. Such result is always akin to a tottering wall sitting right at the edge of the cliff stupendously overlooking the dark and deep ocean. The oceans lone assignment is to swallow up every visiting object so that its existence will be told only on the pages of horrid history.</p><p>Before the dooms day comes in 2024 and beyond, the Nigeria of today remains that historic city loosely hemmed on the tip of the tottering wall. What will happen to it when the tottering wall sinks into the swallowing ocean? Before it happens, let us learn, relearn and unlearn! Before it happens, let us blend passion with caution! Before it happens, let us care and prepare! Before it happens, let change take its natural coursethis time, it must be a change in the upward direction towards light and limelight, away from the ditch of darkness and the gulf of obscurity, wherein the nation is currently being imprisoned! For is it not now so true that the ship of the state is fast approaching a huge rock, visible enough for those that look beyond self-interests? Lest we stand then and courageously steer it away, it shall hit the rock. And the inescapable consequences shall be unspeakable disaster, which is rare in the annals of man.</p><p>In the end of the very end, the Nigeria of today is a political pawn played at will and at the mercy of a few tacticians who play the game only in the absence of reason and at the departure of every contestant. With all the mess and the ruthless meanderings, there is yet a wayforward. If restructuring is impossible; if regional autonomy is a no-go area; then revolution of an encompassing kind remains a reality waiting on the wings of time without an inevitability.</p><p>Is it not now rife to raise the inquisition that indeed at what point in Africa does a citizens loyalty to his nation becomes full stupidity? Could it be when the citizenery is sailing away already on the slave ship on that trajectory to the gallows or the slaughter station? Is it at the point when the tears of frustration has become morning meal, and the cry of gruesome failure has become the lunch and the regrets of non-achievement is the night supper? Is it at the point when the invited machinery from where no one knows for the purpose of rigging elections have finally invaded the land and have turned around to murderers, and mothers who went through labour pains in the arrival homes called hospitals to deliver their sons and daughters return to the departure homes called cemeteries to bury the same sons and daughters? Is it not at the time when common sense is still common sense and applicable? Or is it not the moment just before common sense becomes absolute nonsense?</p><p>Let us earnestly pray that the Federal Capital Territory will not some day, soon to come, be gutted by the fire whose fiercesome flame and smoke will remain in activism for more than few days. Let us earnestly pray that foreigners will not overwhelm and overpower the nations army some day and commence the reign of ruthless rule. Tragedy is already on its trajectory course for uncommon cataclysm! For the sword is already at the grip awaiting the cyclical twist of the elbow and the swing of the adjoining wrist. The targets are certain! It is only a question of time.</p>(*_*)1230005186686_<p>When the mistakes which the snoring forebears regretted so badly and so deeply, become the celebration of their children and grandchildren, there is but only one meaning: that lessons were not learnt from the dark past. It equally means that the badly stained baton that was passed on by the old generation has continued to be carried on by their offsprings and celebrated by the same with spurious and ignoble pomp and pageantry.</p><p>The unending repeat of the vicious circle has remained until now, defying the constant rule of change. Sadly, it is a defiance beckoning for the results produced only by irreparable danger. Such result is always akin to a tottering wall sitting right at the edge of the cliff stupendously overlooking the dark and deep ocean. The oceans lone assignment is to swallow up every visiting object so that its existence will be told only on the pages of horrid history.</p><p>Before the dooms day comes in 2024 and beyond, the Nigeria of today remains that historic city loosely hemmed on the tip of the tottering wall. What will happen to it when the tottering wall sinks into the swallowing ocean? Before it happens, let us learn, relearn and unlearn! Before it happens, let us blend passion with caution! Before it happens, let us care and prepare! Before it happens, let change take its natural coursethis time, it must be a change in the upward direction towards light and limelight, away from the ditch of darkness and the gulf of obscurity, wherein the nation is currently being imprisoned! For is it not now so true that the ship of the state is fast approaching a huge rock, visible enough for those that look beyond self-interests? Lest we stand [then] and courageously steer it away, it shall hit the rock. And the inescapable consequences shall be unspeakable disaster, which is rare in the annals of man.</p><p>In the end of the very end, the Nigeria of today is a political pawn played at will and at the mercy of a few tacticians who play the game only in the absence of reason and at the departure of every contestant. With all the mess and the ruthless meanderings, there is yet a wayforward. If restructuring is impossible; if regional autonomy is a no-go area; then revolution of an encompassing kind remains a reality waiting on the wings of time without an inevitability.</p><p>Is it not now rife to raise the inquisition that indeed at what point in Africa does a citizens loyalty to his nation becomes full stupidity? Could it be when the citizenery is sailing away already on the slave ship on that trajectory to the gallows or the slaughter station? Is it at the point when the tears of frustration has become morning meal, and the cry of gruesome failure has become the lunch and the regrets of non-achievement is the night supper? Is it at the point when the invited machinery from where no one knows for the purpose of rigging elections have finally invaded the land and have turned around to murderers, and mothers who went through labour pains in the arrival homes called hospitals to deliver their sons and daughters return to the departure homes called cemeteries to bury the same sons and daughters? Is it not at the time when common sense is still common sense and applicable? Or is it not the moment just before common sense becomes absolute nonsense?</p><p>Let us earnestly pray that the Federal Capital Territory will not some day, soon to come, be gutted by the fire whose fiercesome flame and smoke will remain in activism for more than few days. Let us earnestly pray that foreigners will not overwhelm and overpower the nations army some day and commence the reign of ruthless rule. Tragedy is already on its trajectory course for uncommon cataclysm! For the sword is already at the grip awaiting the cyclical twist of the elbow and the swing of the adjoining wrist. The targets are certain! It is only a question of time.</p>...1230005186686_Grecian Limitedlibro_electonico_b06ffcf9-39f7-3276-8329-74eeb6eeb861_1230005186686;1230005186686_1230005186686Michael AbiodunInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/d1db4e52-8bfb-40fc-8924-0e79ac703ae0-epub-b1f3ba53-f05f-4817-ab07-6436862b1aa2.epub2021-09-29T00:00:00+00:00Grecian Limited