We grind daily.
Rising from the comfort of our beds before the break of dawn.
Sometimes before the cock crows, we hit the road with much vigour and optimism, all in a bid to make bread out of the stones we came to meet.
Our sweat becomes the extinguisher of thirst, the body freshener. We leave footprints on stones, convert thoughts to doings...
We fly without planes, drive without cars, walk even when all strength have vanished like smoke into thin air...
After the hassles, we still can't access good or basic facilities. We ain't broken still, we keep hope alive, we keep pressing on. The pain that comes with schooling in Nigeria is absorbed, and refined as strength.
Overtime we've become government unto ourselves due to the insensitivity and callousness of government.
No qualitative education, No job, No grant, No loan etc. In the midst of the miry clay, the Nigerian youth remains innovative, independent and outstanding.
Like a flash, one who would go down history as a political and executive error pops up in London to describe Nigerian youths as being lazy... Gone are those days of complaints... We all have our paints to design our desirable future... If you can't make us, don't fall us....
Some argue if he said ALL or MOST, but what does it matter, he has painted the picture of his dreams, and it was a bad dream.
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