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By Akin Ojumu

Whenever I’m back home – yes, you heard that right, home – a wave of nostalgia washes over me.

There’s something in the air that takes you into a deep state of reminiscences about the good old days. One look at the sight of the mass of sweaty black faces milling around, a single note of the cacophony of sounds hitting your eardrums, and a little whiff of the exotic scents in the air that hits your smell buds are all takes, and you are transported down the memory lane of days gone by. When you’ve lived in a foreign land for so long, the feeling you get of being back home – your own home among your own people – is something words cannot describe; it is worth its weight in gold.

Nigeria was once a country full of hope. As a freshly minted nation, we had the potential of becoming all we can be. We were ethnically diverse, with each ethnic group rich in human capacity and abundantly blessed with natural resources. While we were yet in the womb, we were even called the Giant of Africa. It is rare to find a nation so new and yet so endowed. The path we were on was a straight flight to greatness and we were put on a course that would have taken us to great success.

Right after gaining independence, Nigeria immediately took a wrong turn. In a few short years after taking the wheels of its own destiny, the country veered off course. As a nation, we strayed from the path that leads to greatness into a perilous road that ends in smallness. Successively, the reins of the nation are handed over to people who have no business overseeing the fate of anyone. In the 60 years of the nation’s birth, Nigeria has been driven into a ditch, and we now find ourselves waist-deep in the mud.

Sixty-one years after being freed from the clutches of the colonial masters, the Giant of Africa has quickly turned into a midget. Whenever we seem to take one step forward, we immediately follow it up with 10 more steps in the opposite direction, as though we are ageing in reverse. While other nations look forward to better days ahead, in Nigeria our own better days seem to be behind us. The relics of the good old days can be found all over the place and everywhere you look, you are confronted with the debris of the promising yesteryears.

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As I board the flight on my way out, What troubles me is not the fact that I’m going back to the place of my sojourn among a people whose tongue is foreign to me or that I’m returning to the daily grind of making a living. The turmoil in my gut is all about the nightmarish things I experienced in the less than one week I spent at home.

I’m despondent because I never once felt safe throughout my short stay in the land of my Fathers. I’m heartbroken by the fact that every single moment I spent here at home was filled with the trepidation that I was going to be kidnapped by armed bandits or killed by rampaging criminals. I’m desolate because the roads I used to travel growing up are now much more dangerous than the road that leads from Jerusalem to Jericho in the days of our Lord Jesus Christ; the roads have become dens of robbers with good Samaritans few and far between. I’m melancholic because I think of the millions of Nigerians whose daily reality is what I experienced in the few days I spent here at home.

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One cannot help but be saddened by the lost opportunities and the wasted years. You need not be a prophet to know that the situation in Nigeria is bent towards a much worse self-destructive trajectory. Sadly, as we Nigerians make our bed, so will we continue to lie on it. Still, I can’t help but hold out hope that, somehow, we will get our acts together, because the path we are on is one that cannot be sustained.

• Dr. Ojumu, of the US National Institutes of Health, writes on the African Plume

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