I dont know of the remaining 49 but top on the list is that God must consider this country special to have me come from there.

hahahahahaaha

good one!

We've not 'arrived' but the cause for celebration is 'we are not where we used to be'

Odunnu:

We've not 'arrived' but the cause for celebration is 'we are not where we used to be'

I quite agree with you

we are soppose to weep for the country and not celebrate because there is nothing to celebrate at all. unless we want to celebrate our award in corruption, we are now first in the whole world, H.I.V, we are second after south africa. bad leadership and poor security, we are third. e.t.c. we have the most corrupt embassy in the world, the nigerian embassy rome.

agenta999:

we are soppose to weep for the country and not celebrate because there is nothing to celebrate at all. unless we want to celebrate our award in corruption, we are now first in the whole world, H.I.V, we are second after south africa. bad leadership and poor security, we are third. e.t.c. we have the most corrupt embassy in the world, the nigerian embassy rome.

Who is corrupt? Its the very Nigerian on the street. We have all it takes to succeed and no matter how hurt we are, we must hope and that's why we are alive and humans anyway.

I see change coming and pretty soon too

dappssee:


I see change coming and pretty soon too

Same Phrases they used in the 1970s and 1980s . . . . . . . .I laff in Boko Haram Language!

agenta999:

we are sopposed to weep for the country and not celebrate because there is nothing to celebrate at all. unless we want to celebrate our award in corruption, we are now first in the whole world, H.I.V, we are second after south africa. bad leadership and poor security, we are third. e.t.c. we have the most corrupt embassy in the world, the nigerian embassy rome.

Seconded.

me too. I just found myself in this country.
God must have special interest in this country for Him to have placed me here.

Congrats Naija @50!

Abi O! Even if there's nothing to 'celebrate', celebrate yourself.

God loves this country otherwise he would have made me come from somewhere else

we are soppose to weep for the country and not celebrate because there is nothing to celebrate at all. unless we want to celebrate our award in corruption, we are now first in the whole world, H.I.V, we are second after south africa. bad leadership and poor security, we are third. e.t.c. we have the most corrupt embassy in the world, the nigerian embassy rome.

Is the above based on sentiments or statistical facts?

If its sentimental I pardon you but if from statistics, your statistics are wrong.

emmydee:

me too. I just found myself in this country.
God must have special interest in this country for Him to have placed me here.

Congrats Naija @50!

@emmydee, you are not alone.
This country is truely God's own to have souls like ours.
What we need do is to show case the special talent God has reasons for dropping us in this f**king land

md4real:

this piece is from a friend's note on facebook.


[b]As October 1 approaches, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………  

I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.

So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.

I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.

I am 50, please celebrate me.





I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,

so I crush my best brains in the caverns,

craters and crevasses they crash into daily.

I am in unending mourning,

please celebrate me.





My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.

I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.

All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.

I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future,

please celebrate me.





Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.

All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.

I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;

and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,

please celebrate me.





For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.

But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.

When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.

My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.

I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.

I have no verve, no vote, no voice,

please celebrate me.





My youth have no past, present nor future.

So my sons in the North have become street urchins;

and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.

My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.

My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;

while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .

I am grief-stricken,

please celebrate me.





Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.

They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes

They have looted the future of generations unborn;

and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,

but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness,

please celebrate me.





I can produce anything, but import everything.

So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;

my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;

my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;

my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;

my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.

My taste is far-flung and foreign,

please celebrate me.

*** To think that Malaysia came to NIFOR in Edo State in the 70's to acquire the Palm Oil Technology

My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;

flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;

my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;

my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.

My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence,

please celebrate me.





I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.

So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.

I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,

so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,

but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.

I have hundreds of dams, but no water.

So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.

I need a vision,

please celebrate me.





I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,

but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.

I have no power, but choose to flare gas,

so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of unclothed flares.

I am shrouded by darkness,

please celebrate me.





For my golden jubilee,

I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.

So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;

drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?

I am profligacy personified,

please celebrate me.





Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?

Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?

Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?

Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul

Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?

And is failure worth celebrating?

I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME[/b]

Dear, do we need any more celebration than this?
kudos @md4real

@campella, God bless you for that post. Nigerians dont like the truth so we must band together and force the truth on them.

[/quote][quote author=emmydee link=topic=521335.msg6836091#msg6836091 date=1285674134]
me too. I just found myself in this country.
God must have special interest in this country for Him to have placed me here.

Congrats Naija @50!

We are not we are going yet but we are not where we started.

This eloquent list of the reasons for celebration should be sent to GJ through facebook
and to Mrs Rebranding too
They should throw it in the face of the pessimists and prophets of doom who say we should not celebrate

BTW, Minister of Industry - Udenwa- launched a "Buy Nigerian" campaign last year
I notice that Mrs Rebranding's buys imported apparel - Hollandis?

I checked and re-checked the meaning of 'Celebrate' to be sure of what to say, if Nigeria is worse than what she used to be 50 fifty years ago, then we are CELEBRATING NOTHING BUT FAILURE!! God bless the originator of that poem posted by md4real and bless you md4real for sharing it with us here,

talk2docee:

to celebrate the Naija independent --- visit http://24hoursfreecall.tk/ you will be glad you did.

So to celebrate Nigeria, we need a site hosted in TURKEY
Excellent!

Ayowumie:

We are not we are going yet but we are not where we started.

No we are not
We have fallen behind where we started
Just look at the people behind us in 1960 and check where most of them are

md4real:

this piece is from a friend's note on facebook.


[b]As October 1 approaches, HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY……………………  

I have enormous tracts of land and vast volumes of water, but cannot feed myself.

So I spend $1 billion to import rice and another $2 billion on milk.

I produce rice, but don’t eat it. I have millions of cows but no milk.

I am 50, please celebrate me.





I drive the best cars in the world but have no roads,

so I crush my best brains in the caverns,

craters and crevasses they crash into daily.

I am in unending mourning,

please celebrate me.





My school has no teacher and my classroom has no roof.

I take lectures through windows and live with 15 others in one room.

All my professors have gone abroad, and the rest are awaiting visas.

I am a university graduate, but I am illiterate. I want a future,

please celebrate me.





Preventable diseases send me to hospitals without doctors, medicines or power.

All the nurses have gone abroad and the rest are waiting to go also.

I have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates in the world;

and future generations are dying before me. I am hopeless, hapless and helpless,

please celebrate me.





For democracy’s sake I stood all day on Election Day.

But before I could ink my thumb, results had been broadcast.

When I dared to speak out, silence was enthroned by bullets.

My leaders are my oppressors, and my policemen are my terrors.

I am ruled by men in mufti, but I am not a democracy.

I have no verve, no vote, no voice,

please celebrate me.





My youth have no past, present nor future.

So my sons in the North have become street urchins;

and his brothers in the South have become kidnappers.

My nephews die of thirst in the Sahara and his cousins drown in the Mediterranean.

My daughters walk the streets of Lagos , Abuja and Port Harcourt;

while her sisters parade the streets of Rome and Amsterdam .

I am grief-stricken,

please celebrate me.





Pen-wielding bandits have raided everything in my vaults.

They walk the land with haughty strides and fly the skies with private planes

They have looted the future of generations unborn;

and have money they cannot spend in several lifetimes,

but their brothers die of starvation. I want a kit of kindness,

please celebrate me.





I can produce anything, but import everything.

So my toothpick is made in China; my toothpaste is made in South Africa;

my salt is made in Ghana; my butter is made in Ireland;

my milk is made in Holland; my shoe is made in Italy;

my vegetable oil is made in Malaysia*** my biscuit is made in Indonesia;

my chocolate is made in Turkey and my table water made in France.

My taste is far-flung and foreign,

please celebrate me.

*** To think that Malaysia came to NIFOR in Edo State in the 70's to acquire the Palm Oil Technology

My land is dead because all the trees have been cut down;

flooding kills thousands yearly because the drainages are clogged;

my fishes are dead because the oil companies dump waste in my rivers;

my communities are vanishing into the huge yawns of gully erosion, and nothing is being done.

My very existence is uncertain and I am in the deepest depths of despondence,

please celebrate me.





I have genuine leather but choose to eat it.

So I spend billions of dollars to import fake leather.

I have four refineries, but prefer to import fuel,

so I waste more billions to import petrol. I have no security in my country,

but send troops to keep peace in another man’s land.

I have hundreds of dams, but no water.

So I drink ‘pure’ water that roils my innards.

I need a vision,

please celebrate me.





I have a million candidates craving to enter universities,

but my dungeons can only accommodate a tenth.

I have no power, but choose to flare gas,

so my people have learnt to see in the dark and stare at the glare of unclothed flares.

I am shrouded by darkness,

please celebrate me.





For my golden jubilee,

I shall spend 16 billion naira to bash around the bonfires of the banal.

So what if the majority gaze at my possessed, frenzied dance;

drenched in silent tears, as probity is enslaved in democracy’s empty cellars?

I am profligacy personified,

please celebrate me.





Why can I not simply reflect and ponder?

Does my complexion cloud the colour of my character?

Does my location limit the lengths my liberty?

Does the spirit of my conviction shackle my soul

Does my mien maim the mine of my mind?

And is failure worth celebrating?

I AM NIGERIAN, PLEASE CELEBRATE ME[/b]

Is this worth celebrating?

After reading the long written post up there, i felt like crying, so emotional and damn touching. GOD PLEASE COME TO  OUR RESCUE, DON'T TURN UR BACK ON US, WITHOUT U THIS NATION IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN. ONLY UR WORD AND THIS NATION WILL BE HEALED.

^Are you normally so miserable and apathetic?

^^^ pathetic

denony:

After reading the long written post up there, i felt like crying, so emotional and damn touching. GOD PLEASE COME TO  OUR RESCUE, DON'T TURN your BACK ON US, WITHOUT U THIS NATION IS GOING DOWN THE DRAIN. ONLY your WORD AND THIS NATION WILL BE HEALED.

i can see you are among one of those priest shouting god always. Pls will you shut up! modify, your post and rescue yourself first? Your country has even be abadoned by The DEVIL for long so dont mention God here.

tensor777:

^Are you normally so miserable and apathetic?

You are in England now. being miserable is a distant memory. newsflash!!! millions of nigerians are miserable on a daily basis. you had better get in touch with your roots or be lost forever.

Pelumiv:

^^^ pathetic

Actually the word is APATHETIC from apathy meaning here a lack of motivation to positively affect change. That is all.

bidemi12:

You had better get in touch with your roots or be lost forever.

Nice one, bidemi12

Youngichou:

Pls will you shut up! modify, your post and rescue yourself first?

You made a very good point there. Some people here don't think before typing. Imagine writing such miserable, pitiful crap without knowing such negative words would come back to haunt him?

Odunnu:

We've not 'arrived' but the cause for celebration is 'we are not where we used to be'

Even though I like this line and agree with it to an extent, I'D still say, we seem to have stopped walking. At this point, it seems we're at a standstill.

Plus, Yes! God must truly love Nigeria to make me come from here.  

D past & present may b bleak but we make d future bright. Charity begins @ home. We all need to start afresh to right d wrongs of d past. Brighten d corner where u're.