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]

ziga:

I used to think almost every Nigerian was hopelessly pessimistic, arrogant and filled with self pity.

But now, i realize there are a lot more Nigerians that see themselves as the tools for revival of Nigeria.

Am not talking about people who know how to identify why the work was not done, but True Nigerians who are not scared of getting into the dirt to ensure that the work is done. . .

People who don't just talk for the sake of opening their mouths, but people who are looking for ways to make positive change.

There is hope guys. One love. That is a reason to celebrate Naija.

Ossai famous:

well something to celebrate is that even the cpjntry is bad we still don't think of sukide

truly:

Please tell me who is leading the way

truly:

Really?
Some people are committiing suicide
If you hunt around Nairaland you will see the story and pics of somebody who beheaded his 2 nieces to make money
A schoolbus with 15 children was taken by kidnappers yesterday - it is on CNN

ziga:

So what has this got to do with celebrating independence or not?

Ossai famous:

well something to celebrate is that even the cpjntry is bad we still don't think of sukide

tensor777:

Shouldn't you be doing something more productive with your time than reading and spreading horror stories.??

tensor777:

Well you clearly have a lot of abstract things bothering you. You need to deal with that , get on with your life and above all stop trawling the net for horror stories.

Youngichou:

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.

The above is what brought it about
And incidentally we did not have so many incidents of kidnapping, assasination etc in 1960
The fact that bothers me is that a lot of countries have left us behind
Both winners and losers cannot be celebrating

Ranoscky:

50 Reasons to celebrate what? . . . RUBBISH !!!

When the first thread on this forum is talkin about how Nigeria is a disgrace as a country, and u'r here talkin about 50reasons why we should celebrate Nigeria. Abi dem dey celebrate CORRUPTION?

Celebratin Nigeria is just like a situation whereby they asked all ALIGATORS to come out, and a LIZARD also came out and said afterall he also has a TAIL !!!

honeric01:

[size=15pt][b]Out of all the ills that have befallen this country, i still believe it's not the worse in the world, yes we have crooks in the high places, yes we also have crooks in the lower places, tell me in this world where there are no poor people?

i am not rich, i have alot of problems plaguing me, but does that mean i should start cursing myself every morning? wishing myself bad luck?




i have made series of mistakes in life, does that mean i should remain in my self pity?

Nigeria is like me, the more mistakes i make, the better my chances of surviving. (it takes a well composed mind to understand this statement).

Nigeria is bad, yet we are still together, has anyone thought about why we are yet to go our different ways?

smaller countries with lesser problems have long parted ways, yet we are still together

smaller countries with tiny population have gone to war and came out worse, yet we are still together


can you boldly say the number of poor people in the 80s, 90s and early 2000s is lower than what we have now? (put the difference in population size into consideration).
we have more people that have made it than before, you could walk a whole street before and not find a single car owner, but now it's a different ball game

you could walk a whole street and not find a house with a TV set, but now almost every houses own a tv


the number of people in school now far exceed the number of people in school before now.

the number of industries now is more than what we had before

the number of standard houses we have now exceed what we had before

are these not changes?

yes, we have poor people, but is there any society without poor people?

is there any society without homeless people?

is there any PERFECT society out there?

you can choose to keep crying and not do anything, but don't come here to spoil the minds of others who are ready to face the challenges before us.


All i know is that, there has never been a brighter chance of turning this country around than now, this has been the best chance ever for us to turn this country around.

Have you guys seen the way our celebrities, clergymen and activists have gotten involved in the activities of this country?

has there ever been a time like this?


There is hope for this country, things are changing, it's EITHER you stay in the past and keep complaining or join the present, carve out a rewarding future for your own generation, our father's generation failed us, PLEASE DO NOT FAIL YOUR PRESENT GENERATION AND THE ONE YET UNBORN.[/b][/size]

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]


IN ALL THESE WHERE IS YOUR SOLUTION. WHERE IS YOUR OWN WAY FORWARD. {LETS AGREE THAT ITS UR FRIENDS POST}.

THE ANSWER IS NOT IN COMING HERE TO POST YOUR FRIEND'S PESSIMISM, WHAT ARE U WILLING TO DO TO CAUSE A DIFFERENCE MR?