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Honestly, there are so many inadequacies in our political, social and economic systems which can make one to be so upset and dejected but unfortunately, we are so sturdied that no amount of short-coming in our systems could rattle us not to talk of getting us worried.

Honestly, there are so many inadequacies in our political, social and economic systems which can make one to be so upset and dejected but unfortunately, we are so sturdied that no amount of short-coming in our systems could rattle us not to talk of getting us worried.


Simply put, Nigerians are so flexibly adjustable to conditions that make them tougher and tougher. In fact, those of us who had the opportunity to stay, study or lived abroad are often looked upon as people with little knack of decency for coming back to live in this mad place called Nigeria. For example, a fellow who went to the United States to study and returned to settle here was once asked, “why actually did you come back to live in Nigeria, leaving behind all the good life in America?” he tossed over the question and replied, “Because I hate myself.”
If you consider his answer, you may think that he is insane, but on a second thought, you would know that he is indeed not insane, stupid or bereft of good sense of decency. But rather, he is indeed a true patriot. A patriot indeed.
When we look at it passionately or even dispassionately, we may ask, “which aspects of our local, state or national life can we point to and say this is good, correct or normal?” absolutely none.
Is it our educational system, in spite of the so called orchestrated free education in many states including Imo state, we know that things are not going right. Teachers are not being properly trained, equipped or even motivated. Even when they go on in-service training, it is haphazardly done. They themselves because of non-motivational factors are just murmuring quietly.
Today, not only in Imo state, honestly around the country     except in the North and few states in the West, education is dwindling hence students are not graduating with quality education but with “sorted education and qualification.”
GCE, WASC and NECO continue to lower their standards in order to accommodate students to pass. Yet, the standard is going down the drain. Challenge any student from secondary school today, he or she can never tell you what is “clause not to talk of clause analysis. Or can he or she tell you the past tense of “cast” or the plural of “ammunition.” Never!
Wait a minute, what am I saying, I mean those in the universities who can never perform even better. Their language is wretched, their spoken English is awful and their handwriting is a little better than crab walk.
In primary schools, secondary and in universities, colleges of education or polytechnics, the story is the same. A onetime foreign word “sorting” has become a culture in our educational system. Sorting indeed means anything and everything. You sort for a pass, better grade or even for excellent result. And of course, you may sort with anything: money, material, love and sex. It is not the process or the item but it is a matter of “the end justifies the means.”
Because of rot in our educational system, many parents who can afford it continue to send out their children even to neighbouring Ghana to attend “poorly staffed secondary schools.” According to recent reports, many of the Ghanaian universities are by and large below in staffing, quality and equipment than many Nigerian universities. Thus, our educational system is nothing to write home about and we don't seem to care.
But over and over anything is the state of our roads in this country. Year in and year out, whether it is a federal or state road, the story of worst condition persists. Last year we were saying “until the rain goes.” The rain came and went yet our roads remained the same. It is not only in Imo state but all over the south east _ a people sanctioned for perpetual suffering, endurance and resilience. For God's sake, “what is our sin?”
If we go to Aba, Umuahia, Okigwe, roads in those two states both federal and state roads are best suited as cattle tracks. Daily our people die a preventable death on our roads and even in our inner city roads because of pot holes.
Traffic jams are constant features of our roads hence people spend wasteful hours on a traffic jam. Yet as people wait, they joke, laugh and smile as if that is the normal life style.
In fact, if we count the number of man hours we loose on daily basis, we would be surprised to see what economic and social wastes and looses we are imposing on ourselves because of our bad roads.
But if you go to Calabar, Enugu or parts of Anambra, you will be amazed at the presence of good roads. I must recall that of all the cities of the world I have visited, the only one that came close to the type of noise in our own roads is Caracass, the noisiest city in the developed world. It is a city where honking of horns appears to be a way of life. Similarly in our cities, the level of noise is horrific, disturbing and sometimes challenging. It could make one to be hypertensive or even develop on that condition.
To be continued…

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