Most people have reaffirmed that Nigeria is a typical crime scene where anything goes… 2023 elections in Nigeria would go down the line as the worst thing to happen to Nigeria and Nigerians….
Below is a lone story of a Nigerian regarding the Nightmare of MARCH 1,2023 Pronouncement of Mahmood Yakubu.
2023 ELECTIONS: THE DAY NIGERIA KILLED THE NIGERIAN IN ME
It was a normal Saturday for many, 25th February 2023. But not for me. I had woken up with serious symptoms of malaria. A banging headache, dizziness, joint weakness and worst of all vomiting. From 5am to almost 7am I camped in my bathroom vomiting, panting and vomiting again. I could see the signs that I wasn’t meant to go out that day but to hell with those signs. A day where hope was to be restored to Nigeria? A day I had prepared my cherished PVC to go and wholeheartedly vote for PETER OBI of the Labour party, a man who was going to give hope to a Nigerian youth like me, a very thick PRO-NIGERIA youth.
I remembered how as a Church youth president, I had convinced most of my members to get their PVCs and vote, I remember how it took weeks to explain to the very elderly colleagues of mine at the hospital I worked in to believe once again and vote for Peter Obi. Was it my Whatsapp status? Everyday for almost 7 months was simply Peter Obi. Or was it my small Twitter account that EndSars made me create, I read with joy every day how possible it became.
With these thoughts, I could not fail my country, I could not fail my future, and the future of my future children was on the line. I waited till I found a little energy, bathed, dressed up amidst the banging headache and moved to my Catholic Church which also happened to be a Polling Center in Benin. Moving along the streets, my head beat like it was one of the church drums, but that was not going to stop me. I bought PANADOL EXTRA from a small pharmacy “Sabicare”, bought a sachet water, took 2 tablets and sojourned on. I and my fellow church youths still cleaned the church before going to vote.
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I got to my polling unit and discovered my name had been moved to a Polling unit close by but I had to trek it for at least 10 minutes. That itself could not stop me, WE HAD A COUNTRY TO CHANGE.
On getting to my polling unit I had to stand under the sun with my Malaria for hours before I could vote. Me, my Panadol extra, the chocolate biscuits one of my fellow Obedient bought, the Cabin Biscuit I bought, and the bag of sachet water someone else bought, together we waited in patience and voted. It didn’t end there. With my condition, I waited till the votes were counted. Labour Party and Peter Obi won my polling unit hands down. No competition like Davido Sang.
All across Benin the story was similar, Peter Obi won with so much a margin. Celebrations were on course. A NEW NIGERIA WAS COMING.
Then the devils struck, we watched, I watched as results were announced. Drama, rigging, blatant stealing of votes. The news of violence all over. With each state announced a part of me died. And in the depth of the Night, when most had retired to bed, the final deed was done. A New Nigeria was not going to happen. Devastating.
The next 2 weeks of my life would be the worst, every day the Nigerian in me died until it was buried. I was known to always be Pro Nigeria. I would even advise you to stay and the country would get better. That “me” no longer exists. The Nigerian in me died.
NIGERIA KILLED THE NIGERIAN IN ME
AND LIKE MOST OF US NIGERIAN YOUTHS, WE EXIST IN NIGERIA, BUT WE ARE NO LONGER NIGERIANS.
Written by – sir jay on Twitter
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