As of today, our moral compass is not merely wavering; it is spinning in a disorienting dance of confusion.
While we still gather in churches and mosques, donning our Sunday best or devout attire, the sacred words now merely graze the surface, failing to penetrate the soul.
The Nigerian spirit, once founded on integrity, decency, and a beautiful tapestry of communal love, is fraying at the edges, overshadowed by a new and desperate gospel: "Survive. Thrive. By any means necessary."
Young Nigerians, armed with talents and dreams as vast as the desert, find themselves ensnared in a labyrinth of ethical compromises.
The desperation to not merely succeed but to achieve greatness at any cost has become a blinding light, dimming the beacons of decency we once depended on.
We awaken daily to a symphony of distressing news: Everywhere you go, it is the same trade mark, the same hand writing. Insecurity, terrorism, kidnapping, banditry and ritual killings.
There is record-breaking unemployment, soaring inflation, and a booming population. Each year, more young graduates enter the workforce, further fuelling an already overcrowded job market, exacerbating the situation.
Then there is also the irony of corruption—the societal quicksand we have all come to detest and yet strangely envy. It is as if many have resigned themselves to the dirt, angered only when they don't get to sink their own feet into the filth.
In this discordant melody, even the notion of a 'good name' struggles to find harmony.
Our leaders appear to be either disoriented swimmers or willing bystanders, waving from the shore as their closest allies' float on the inflated rafts of privilege.
If this course persists, Nigeria isn't just sitting on a ticking time bomb—it's performing a tap dance on it, and the clock is running low on mercy.
Unless we execute a U-turn on this perilous path we have embarked upon, the explosion won't be a matter of 'if' but 'when.'
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