SAVED TO BE SAFE

 REPORIENTATION


SAVED TO BE SAFE

The safety of one is equal to the safety of all. When the minor is not safe, the major is as good as insecure. Who is the minor and who is the major, no difference exist right in the presence of insecurity. 


A nation that cares less about all its citizens can never stand. When one is made less important, others will eventually be dishonourable. Point to a building that is against itself and remains standing. When very little or no plan is made for the base members of a society, the end of that society will eternally be ruins.


A sane soceity would make provision for its crying members because if they are not taken care of, other members will surely be deprived of sleep. Yorubas will say, "a home is peaceful because the bastard in that home is still very young." That bastard we have refused to groom will park trucks of unrest in the front of the house. The idle ones we have left without jobs will fetch for themselves at the expense of the satisfied members.


Insecurity would never have been a massive problem here if our society has been managed well. Our safety is worse than a filthy rag. We take risks daily, no one looks safe, we are all being saved to stay  safe by Yahweh. 


...and for a better Nigeria, we need be planned and follow on!


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