₦airaland Forum

I was at filling station along Ife/Ibadan express with a friend who always worried about Nigeria situations. After the driver got fuel at 180 naira per litre, he asked if I would vote and support Buhari again. My answer was a simple smile. The type of smile which silently pronounces positive defiance and resolution. I told him I had just eaten, and if I would need food again later today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year and every other day, then it means I would need for my country, a good leader, an honest leader, a selfless, resolute and courageous leader.

I would need Muhammadu Buhari.
I know we are passing through difficult times, I know Nigerians are groaning under harsh conditions.

I also remember the relationship between mother and child. When children are hungry and crying, the mother quickly runs to prepare a meal. As she does so and the hunger increases in the children, the cry also increases.

The mother becomes increasingly worried. She pacifies the children asking for some little patience for the food to be well cooked.

The mother cannot feed her children with raw food simply because they are crying.

To do so will be to make matters worse as uncooked food could be harmful to children but once the food is ready, the mother serves the food, the children eat, they are satisfied, their cry is swept away by smiles, and joy takes over the pain.

Such is the story of Nigerians and their chosen leader, PMBuhari.

I remember one day in my primary school. I was a positively stubborn child and one day, I stepped on a pin which penetrated my left foot. Icried out of pain.

My father sat me down on the ground, raised my leg and tried to remove the pin. He pulled and I yelled and cried.

The more he pulled, the more I cried loudly. The pain was unbearable. I was
soaked in my sweat. I cried and I cried. My father looked at me and I could see his face, He carried my pain.

He felt my agony and expressed my desperation. But in spite of all that, he did not stop. He pulled until he brought out the pin. Blood gushed out of my leg.

He managed to stop it. He washed my wound, cleaned my leg, applied iodine and bandaged it. I felt relieved and after some days, the pain went away, my leg got healed and I was happy again.

Can you see why this process of CHANGE and national transformation must go on?

PMBuhari is a true father of our nation, he feels our pains. He feels our frustration created by saboteurs, he is desperate to end our suffering but he also knows that after this little period of pain, there will come a long period of relief and joy.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

There is a war between the people and enemies of the Nation and the people will win!

Please Kindly SHARE, if you believe!
Not untill you are a member of a particular political party before you care on how you are been governed.
May God bless Nigeria

which light is at the end of the tunnel

TANTUMERGO007:
which light is at the end of the tunnel

Definitely shinning bright light

Nice write up..

Patience they say is a virtue, unfortunately we don't have that in this country.
I pray we get there soon enough..

God bless PMB.

God bless Nigeria.