Yesternight I had a taste of what revolution is in my dream. It was like rapture has taken place. I found myself hiding in a school classroom.
In my dream,it was night,there was darkness everywhere. I couldn't even see the stars and the moon in the sky. All I could hear were the sound of footsteps of Nigerians who were running from rebels. There was no sign of tomorrow. Fear gripped my heart,I couldn't hope to see tomorrow.
When I saw people running with their belongings on their heads,I wept bitterly within me. Some of them realised that people we were in the classroom,so as they approached the door of the classroom,I quickly opened the door for them to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.
As the people we accommodated we were about to settle down,we heard the noise of the rebels. The fear in me grew stronger. When I saw them approaching us with toughlight in their hands. I said to myself,the end has finally come because there is no way they will pass us by without searching the classroom. As I was attempting to jump out through the window of the classroom to the otherside of the school building I woke up sweating, thank God it was just a dream.
Nigeria needs your prayer for divine intervention,not prayer for revolution.