Suffering Republic of Nigeria: Time for the ADORA

Suffering Republic of Nigeria: Time for the ADORA.
The political climate is heated. Our political history fetters our progress. The marriage ceremony presided over by the colonial masters has broken down irretrievably and at this point, the question is 'can a reconciliation be brokered or should a decree absolute be pronounced upon it?
The judge has demanded facts to arrive at his decision. The petitioner is poised to prove that there are facts that establish that the marriage has broken down irretrievably. He is armed with a book-must contain a plethora of pages. He is angered and ready to throw open the can of worms. The judge is eager to hear him. He begins:
He calls into question the waste of funds meant for infrastructural development in the country.
He questions the fearless culture of corruption.
He questions the marginalization of the other sections of the country by one section.
He questions the unfairness in the allocation of 19 states to one section while the other sections share 17 states.
He questions the rise of plea bargaining for hardened criminals while in some other states the dealth penalty is rewarded to these hardened criminals.
He questions the electoral falsehood experienced in this country and the false leaders out of such falsehood.
He questions the attention given to Islamic Banking in a secular state.
He questions the rise of terrorist groups in the country.
He questions the bombing of lives and property rampant in the state today.
He questions the suffering of the citizens of this country.
He questions the collapse of every institution in the country.
He questions the power tussle between the CJN and the PCA (North and the South).
He questions....

The judge intervenes and asks him to stop. The heinous acts listed are demoralizing. The facts are sufficient enough to grant a divorce absolute. The judge is befuddled.
The respondent arises and is about to start his defence. He does not give a general traverse this time but asks the judge not to grant the prayers of the petitioner. He speaks of history. He speaks of unity of the country. He speaks of the journey so far. He speaks of the institutions built already. He speaks...
The judge is confused as to what to rule. He consults his books, his boots. He rises to write his ruling. Everybody rises. The judge departs.
The door opens again and the judge appears to give his judgment. Everyone sits with eyes aghast. The hearts pump. Will d marriage be divorced finally or will the judge compel the couple to live together.
The judge opens his books. He puts on his pair of glasses and the next thing he says is this:

Let's have a pre-trial conference to seek if there is a possibility of reconciliation. Let's have a Sovereign National Conference. There is the need to go to the ADORA. The time is now and here.

invictus

Invictus-celebrating the unconquerable.

I must have arrived late at the party or how else does one explain my chance contact with such a great movie, which premiered in 2009, just two days ago. After seeing such a master-piece, my inquisitive nature flew me to the original work and immediately I was lost in a song.
William Ernest Henley who lived between 1849-1903 wrote the poem Invictus in celebration of the strong-hearted, the ardent believers, the unconquerables. What better time to write about being strong-hearted than this time when the polity Nigerian is plunged into a mirage of progress and the dawn of nothingness. A time when the realities of the day are sufficient to get a grandmother scared of pregnancy, a time when the political climate is thunderous and the security situation is akin to a tsunami. To the Unconquerable!!!
It is in the words of Henley that I find comfort this day and ask you all to sing these words with me:

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the full clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul.

To the unconquerable, keep fighting and someday we shall win the battle over our limitations.