There is a tingling sensation that runs down my spine whenever I get the inspiration to write. Most especially when i have not written in a long time. Believe me, its a good feeling. Especially since right now, I am writing from my hotel room in Zaria, and i can’t help the feeling of nostalgia also, of fulfilled dream, of a completed assignment. This is vintage Zaria, where i have met the most friendly set of people more than I met in the core south. The Samailas, the Abduls, the Adamus…nice breed of Hausas. I wonder why Nigeria has a problem of integration. My fear of the north has been put away. Now, am a true Nigerian(laffs).
This is a city I have grown to love and would sorely miss. This is one of the cheapest cities you can live in Nigeria without fear or prejudice. I have seen the four walls of the prestigious Ahmadu Bello University. This is a place where you can don a full regalia of agbada to class with matching cap and shoes.
Schooling in the west brought me close to nollywood in the school environs. That is a place where those non teaching ‘mamas’ at student affairs curse you in your mother tongue for not knocking before entering an office whose door you met opened. Where they tell you how mannerless or crazy you are for daring to disturb them with your file submission. Where they insult you for addressing them in english language. Yeahhh…all sort of nollywood action films.
The botched elections of February 14 witnessed a mass exodus of people out of FCT environs and the core north. What/who instilled so much fear into people? The churches became empty, there were queues at the ATM and in the banking halls. People were in a mad rush to collect all their money, store food at home or travel because according to them, there were uncertainties as regards the elections. So, it was cancelled. They all came back.
Now, the act is happening again. For those who are moving/running to the south which they feel is safe, the Lord is your muscle. What really beats me is why everyone has a sense of foreboding about the upcoming election which is less than a week away.
Well, part of the good news is that some of those ‘immigrants’ who registered in the south would be able to cast their vote. As for me, even though the land of ‘Soun’ beckons, i refuse to travel down there just to vote. If we cannot cast our vote anywhere we are, i wonder what the purpose of the card reader is. I don’t know if i still believe in Nigeria. Maybe I dont.
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