Dear Phoenix, the myth of your existence in the Arabian wilderness is yet to be abated within my mental ambience. You are doomed to set yourself ablaze in a funeral pyre and rejuvenate from your ashes and remains in the viridity of your youth and exist through another cycle of life. Like a robber doomed to be hanged by the hang man at the verdict of the jury, your verdict has been from Inception.
Dear Phoenix, your representation of immortality and rebirth gives me a sense of hope and strong optimism about a place that has suffered great calamity and apparent annihilation in all works of life, some wounds cut so deep that we don’t know where the pains are coming from, same can be said of that place, the wounds there are so great that where to address and treat has been covered by the veil of obscurity, well that is what our kinsmen made it to look like.
Dear Phoenix, let me tell you about that place; he attained independence in 1960 after the western imperialist relinquished power. From one military coup to the other, he struggled to have an elected leadership by way of political liberalization (Democracy), since then, militants, religious and ethnic groups pursue their demands through violence and terrorism. Countless number of people have died over the past Five decades in communal attack and sporadic uprising
Dear Phoenix, the present political realities has stimulated perpetual separatist aspirations, strives to boost the economy has failed out of corruption and mismanagement. Foreign investment is epileptic because of the looming security challenge, shaky infrastructure and crippled power supply.
Dear Phoenix, when you cry, all we hear is a beautiful and sweet sounding melody greater than that of a Nightingale, but in this place, all we hear is the noise and echoes of calamity, songs of poverty accompanied by a turbulent music of anguish and sorrow, days ago, it was ALUU4, Mubi, Maidiguri Mayhem, flood et al,
Dear Phoenix, the place is called NIGERIA, and I have come to liken NIGERIA to you today, NIGERIA shall rise again from his ruins to form a new cradle, NIGERIA is in its funeral pyre now, he shall soon reborn from the old world, but the rebirth depends on his people, not the people taking illegal advantage of the country to get rich but those that stand to watch and do nothing about it, we stand sturdy against all odds. Be prepared for a new NIGERIA order
God bless the Phoenix
God bless Nigeria
God bless Africa at large.