Leadership that impoverishes (1)

My early live was full of memories that will lingers on till that time I will breath no more. It is a story worth telling, my unborn grand and great grand children if I ever lived to see them will hear it; if not, my archives will tell the story more. You surely will not want to know how I started muttering mum- mum - mummy, nor will you be interested in how I began to crawl, likewise, I do not have all the time in the world to do that. I like writing, telling stories, but not unending tales. Early in my life, you do not wake and take your bath, dress in gorgeous cloth and look luring, jump into the vehicle and head to office. Likewis you do not sit under air conditioning that can blow you off your stand, tap your pen and cash started rolling in. That was to us far unimaginable; a mission impossible. The first thing you see in the morning when you wake is the network of cobweb (that is by the way an electricity cable!), and hills of goat dung and dillapidated mud houses when you eventually stepped out. Typical of any rural community in Nigeria, the block that is feeding the nation that can ironically sustain itself, a life very challenging and restrictive with high illiteracy level. Survival of every resident depends on hoe and cutlass; how hard you can work and your family size is a plus. No one cares about the transport, shelter, water; just the blessing of the nature with small streams nearby, if dry season extends beyond normal, plague is come knocking; but thanks to the nature that is ever helping. If all these basic were lacking who cares about electricity, health, security, and, you can imagine the state of education. This is not a celestial fable of unfounded facts, it was even the best of their time, a cursory visit there today will leave no one in doubt that these people are making unheard statement.This is by the way, an introduction and probably a preface to this article. This will be a kind of long walk.