Just sitting in the dark of the night, wee hours of the night, trying to pen down my thoughts..... The generator whinning in the background, a little stutter, indicating the low fuel level( signs of the times). The mosquitoes patiently waiting at the edges of the effects of the standing fan, waiting to pounce on my sweet succulent blood.... The curtains blow indicating wind and fresh air drifts into the room... Then I hear it.... The sound of rain.... The sweet blessed sound of rain.... It always brings back memories, sweet fond memories of growing up in that little town or barnawa in kaduna state in the early80s, small young (un)wild and somehow free. Always wanted to explore beyond my world.... Always knew I could reach beyond what ever limits I set for my self..... I wanted to see the world, oh lord! I wanted to.... I had this hunger for more, more beyond my present......moving around nigeria widened my world view( used to be a government pickin)it made me see nigeria beyond tribe and language... A land with so much potentials.... I may be raw... Unrefined.... bUT AM READY!! Just my thoughts... Do have a blessed night....we just started the fire that will light up change in our land... Am nigeria.... And am ready