Forgetting The Homeland

Regarding my gracious respect for the standing pioneers of the post-colonial era. We are running out of who to blame. A rural child's dirty-tummy, hunger, mosquito-bites and diarrhea; are all cries from the past that echo today. Forgetting our homeland, isn't our fault. Feeding our kids and properly educating them, is a strain by itself. Mama is getting old, and needs us to babysit her. They are beginning to have ailing health. It is time I mind my business and worry about my own home first. Nigeria's stealthy youths; cutting-corners, 419, condoms, and breast-milk. Not to forget their father's SUV and his house to shack. God Bless if they remembered their popsee alive. I forgot my homeland, because they are there, and they don't care. The politics there, is intricate; a maze of packed-hand-shakes, promises, kick-backs, and fruitless-lies. Everyone seems to be a master at trickery. High-tech lynching, and slavery that is mental, of the expansive level of sorts! Resources disappear, with subsequent sclerosis of the national-infranstructure. I shall forget you so I may survive. Where is: saddam, sergent doe, tafawa, sadat, cacescu, gandhi, rabin & others.... didn't they care? Shakespeare said: "a light heart lives long"