Well the post colonial world isn't looking too rosy for Nigerians, is it? Actually, is it the worse sort of nightmare anyone could imagine? Not only has poverty gone up from 15% to 91% but instead of having lovely British passports which allowed you all to move and trade freely around the world, you now have nasty green ones which make travelling a virtual impossibility. Add to that: hardly any power or water, just about the world's worst crime, some of the nastiest corruption and general despair. And it's not only Nigerians suffering. I'm a white European and can't be with my Nigerian girlfriend because of all this. I cry myself to sleep every night. But possibly the worst example of all this patriotic nonsense came when I last visited Nigeria. I was walking up the street by myself and a guy approached me asking for my passport and visa as I was a foreigner. I politely asked him to let me pass. He grabbed my wrist and arm and started shouting. Perhaps three dozen people in the street were laughing at me. He then hit my face. The laughter increased. He then picked upa window lying in the street at hit me over the head with it. The laughter reached fever pitch. Men, women, children and the elderly were all laughing hysterically at a white person being attacked. I ran up the street and I guess the Nigerian laughing is still going on now. I was bleeding and yes, I cried later. Wouldn't you? Compare that to the centre of the empire - Hyde Park. Today, it was a hot, sunny Sunday and people from all over the world threw frizbees, played soccer, ate picnics and paddled boats in the lakes. Hardly any of the couples were same race. It was simply a multicultural paradise in the centre of the empire where a third of the population wasn't even born in Britain. Everyone was smiling. Back in the patriotic nightmare of Nigeria, violence, deaths, corruption, poverty, fear and bitterness characterised the day. It was election weekend!