My African lens.

Today I begin this journey of self , national and continental introspection. It has been long in coming, this consideration of mine but this is the hour, this is the moment. No more delays, will suffice. For there is one who awaits....this birth. Come with me let us begin this exodus, this encounter of the real, the surreal and the ridiculous. Let us examine the existence of man and the frustration of unfulfilled potential. Let us celebrate the extraordinariness of humanity. Let us begin.........

As I move around south-eastern Nigeria, I am overwhelmed by this sweet bitterness. Too many paradoxes exist in this place. The potential, the industry yet the frustration, the poverty, the anger, the ruthlessness that cohabit side by side. The roads are bad, the gutters are blocked, the men are hungry, yet the convoys of plush cars drive by every other minute. The lead have been left alone. The people are tired of crying, “let them do what they want”.

There is anger in this land, who will quench it?