Nigeria has become a nation where daily survival feels like a miracle. The hardship in the land is no longer just economic, it is psychological, emotional, and generational. It breaks the body, crushes the spirit, and eats into the very soul of our collective humanity. We are living in a country where hopelessness has become a national language and endurance has become the only prayer that works. Our hearts are heavy. Our spirits are tired. Our eyes are red from decades of crying and watching the same cycles of oppression repeat themselves. We have reached the point where revolution is no longer an option to fear. It is the only option left to embrace.

Corruption is no longer a problem in Nigeria. It is now a full-blown culture and system. It is how things work. The treasury is looted with confidence. The people are robbed in broad daylight with zero accountability. The same politicians that ruined yesterday are the ones promising tomorrow. Budgets are passed but never seen. Loans are collected but never felt. Institutions are nothing more than castles of compromise. The people who speak truth are harassed. The ones who steal are celebrated. This is not governance. This is organized criminality wearing agbada.

While the elites are busy stealing, the people are dying in silence. Nigerians wake up daily into the chaos of poverty and uncertainty. There is no electricity. No fuel. No jobs. No schools that work. No hospitals that save lives. Food has become gold. Rent has become torture. Transport has become punishment. The average Nigerian family is living on the edge. Fathers can no longer provide. Mothers are dying with pregnancies they cannot afford to manage. Children roam the streets with empty stomachs and dreams that will never see daylight. The youth are broken. They leave school into darkness. They roam the streets unemployed, angry, and exhausted. Some join cults. Some carry guns. Some become fraudsters. Some simply give up. And the worst part is, this pain cuts across tribe, religion, and region. Whether you are Igbo, Yoruba, Hausa, Ijaw, Isoko, Urhobo, Itsekiri or Tiv, if you are poor, you are forgotten.

The only people enjoying Nigeria are the politicians and their greedy network of collaborators. They fight during elections, but they unite to loot. They pretend to represent regions, but in truth, they represent only their pockets. They use religion to divide us, but when it comes to sharing the oil blocks and contracts, they become one big family. Meanwhile, we, the ordinary people, keep fighting and hating ourselves based on the divisions they created. We must wake up. Our common suffering must now unite us.

Let us tell ourselves the truth. This country is not working. It is not broken. It was never designed to work for us in the first place. The so called constitution we are following was not written by the people. It was handed to us by the same military that destroyed our democracy. That document gave Abuja everything and left states with nothing. It killed local government administration. It killed federalism. It created dependency and strengthened oppression. It is a tool of control, not liberation. We cannot build a great country on a fake foundation.

And what about elections? What is left of our so-called democracy? Votes no longer count. Results are written in hotel rooms. Electoral bodies have become political agents. Courts deliver judgements, not justice. The will of the people is constantly murdered and buried in broad daylight. The ballot has become a joke. Hope has become a crime. Every election brings new pain, not progress. We pretend every four years. We queue. We vote. And they still select who they want. How long shall we continue this tragic comedy?

Some people still believe that foreign nations will come to our rescue. That is a dangerous illusion. The same international powers that claim to support democracy are the same ones selling weapons to tyrants, funding chaos, and empowering division. They will never support a truly independent Nigeria because they profit from our poverty. They want our resources cheap and our people weak. Our freedom is not their priority. It must be ours.

This is why revolution must happen. It is not about chaos. It is about cleansing. It is not about destruction. It is about rebirth. We must change the way we think. We must change the system. We must change the rules. We must take back the power that truly belongs to the people. A revolution is not just a protest. It is a spiritual awakening. It is a decision to say enough is enough. It is when the hungry stop begging. When the youth stop watching. When the oppressed stop praying and start acting.

We cannot continue like this. Our ancestors fought for freedom. Our generation must fight for justice. If we do not rise now, there may be no country left for our children to inherit. We must unite as one people, not as tribes. We must march as one voice, not as divided tongues. Let the students rise. Let the market women rise. Let the workers rise. Let the youths rise. Let the unemployed rise. Let the okada men and keke riders rise. Let the pastors and imams rise. Let the rich who still have conscience rise. Let the poor who still have breath rise.

Nigeria is bleeding. But Nigeria is not dead. And if we truly love this land, then now is the time to rise and reclaim it.

This is our call. This is our moment. This is our revolution.

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