This is an actual story of The fatal Non-fiction of a Nigeria State, deterred and deferred. It is also an Open Letter, written with fine diction and lexis.

Nigeria, abundant in shield, dark soil and two strengthened horses, until its sudden and confusing downfall.

What then happened to the shiny shield, dark and fecund soil and the two agile horses?

Well, this is a tell-tale to tell it all.

Rachael had just finished making her hair at the beauty salon. Her hair was perfectly made into shiny braids and twists, making her round face less revealing. Her skin was the perfect shade of brown, but now, it was just like the bottom of a burnt pot of rice.

Her scalp was sweaty, as the sweltering heat of the Country was making her uncomfortable and bereft. She was lacking comfort.

The roads filled with potholes and bumps, making unseen babies in the wombs of Mothers ululate quietly. The rickety vehicle swayed to and fro, just to avoid the bumps of the road. The journey was slow, as there was a log-jam of traffic ahead.

Rachael could sight two Police officers, taking money from drivers, and whoever refused, had to be harassed verbally. It was so obvious corruption was breeding in every corner and street of the Country, making Rachael's belly churn. But that wasn't even the hunger she was feeling, down her belly, but the disgusting sight of the Police officers.

Soon, the old driver, driving the rickety vehicle squeezed the small legal tender amount, and offered it to the corrupt men, with big paunches.

"Now, be on your way, old man." One of the pot-bellied men attacked verbally. Soon, the rickety vehicle moved on, and another vehicle behind was the next bait for the Police officers.

Rachael arrived her home, dented in holes and soiled in poverty and nothing. Her Mother, Hannah was a trader, and her Father, Timothy was a bus driver, just like that old man in the rickety bus. Their lives were no better, than any other human in the Country, but they never complained, because this was what they deserved.

Rachael's elder sister, Naomi, still stuck on the streets, finding a reasonable job, even when there wasn't any. But her tenacity to find a good job, with a good value and pay was her parents' pride.

Rachael's elder brother, Willis had been killed and slaughtered severely, while heading back to his apartment on a black Sunday night, when violence unleashed its ugly head, as the Cult boys in the University raged war and onset, killing a few souls, including Willis'.

Now, Rachael was ready to sit for her upcoming examinations, but the government was probably too tired, or just asleep to take an ardent decision. It was strike-on-strike with the government these days, making education less of a right and more of a mere duty.

The society smelled poverty, despair and turmoil, or it was probably just the rotten food, piled up in the refrigerator, as electricity was no more. Everyone was mourning, but it was difficult to tell what exactly wasn't dead in the Society.

Now, the only ray of paradise was the far beyond of travelling abroad, just like Rachael's friend, Agatha, who had been privileged enough, to travel to "The Great Beyond", alongside her family. Now, Agatha was a brand new girl, with brand new dreams, and a brand new accent.

The shiny shield was no more, and the dark soil was pale, and the horses were ashen, leaving the Country in nothing and void.