THEN AND NOW.

           
       There lived people of integrity who were arduously working for the making of the massive minority. People whose live was a source of hope and annihilation of despondency to all and sundry. 

Back in the days, trust and confidence in others dominate the atmosphere of the day and promise  keeping hold the dark part of existence firmly and make fortunate delivery to the limelight. 

Even when physical contact was not in situ, human’s integrity was never set into oblivion, hence, the few hardhearted individuals were always overwhelmed by the supremacy of women’s virtue and men’s positive personality.

Hmmmm………… The days of silent killing eventually turned out to be years of prolong and ear deafening killing in a disguised great nation of ours!!! Who is deceives who? 

Going by the ill ascending progression of inhumanity and its impact on the populace, I always wonder and take much of my time to analyze the days ahead of the massive minority. 

I do see hope whenever I take some moments to juxtapose but I have never for once seen imagination, the mother of 
invention.

Wallowing in abject poverty is no longer an alien to humans, it is rather seen as a son of man and best alternative to death ( in the illusion of making ends means in years to come ) but unfortunately for many, it is a burst hope inscribed in the circular lie of deceitful leaders who can also be described as sycophant.

Hope as flame in the air, achievement as a flame but not a structure, liberation still in still waters, callosity on the ground of existence been fed daily, corruption in the abode of all and sundry and mistrust all around the sphere of our dearest nation jokingly arrive and describe our nation.

How I wish I witnessed the days of diligent and humane era of our progenitor when many rightful standard of live were not perverted for self-gain and recognition, when justice was justice, when one’s personality was defended even at the point of transition to the great beyond.

We have all planted the seed of ephemeral self-satisfaction and here comes the fruit which we are all paying for even with our dear lives.

What a despondency nation of ours where the lower class remain at the bottom of the economy and the first class continue to use them as their source of wealth and still make life unbearable for them.

Pain is really subjective, the massive minority are groaning in pain!!! How I wish there was a positive transformation before now!!!

BY OLUWASINA. (T.O.W)