A LAND RENEWED
Photo generated by ChatGPT I woke up that morning with a smile; Yes, for some time now, I’d been wearing a smile on my face every blessed morning; ever since I came back to my country Nigeria. I yawned and muttered some words of prayer; “Thank you lord for life and for a changed country”. Shortly, I heard some noise outside and moved to the window to have a view of what was happening. A group of young men gathered outside, dancing happily. “These jobless boys are here again,” I said to myself amusingly. Ever since I’d arrived in Nigeria with my wife and son, these men would always gather together every morning at the same spot, making lovely sounds; some with talking drums, others with gongs, while the rest stood; watching and clapping. They seemed to have no meaningful lyrics to sing; they were just trying to flow with the Morning vibes. I’ll take it that they were always fortunate enough or it was a special skill which they had. Because at some point, their nonsense ...