Trapped

This is a tale about Nigeria, a West African country which is probably the most populous black nation. A third world country with an abundant natural and human resources, yet most of her citizen live in abject poverty.
I know what you already envision is a sea of black heads under hot scorching sun waiting for manna to fall from heaven, sorry to disappoint you for that is not my Nigeria, what we lack in the physical we gather from the spiritual.
Yes we are very spiritual, a thousand fold more than the white men and the black Arabs that introduced us to God, doesn't add up I know but just a little research says more.
Stay with me I have more secrets to share with you about the human nature of this black nation and their quest to become like those outside the shores of their country.
I will tell you of the major tribes that exist here and why they behave the way they do then I would span you the myth about their collective future. Hard to believe I know but it is clear as the blue sky in the morning after a heavy night rain.
This is also about a woman breed in the values of this realm, to love and adore her man. Her first love was every thing to her because there lays a trust that can never be betrayed hence she stays true till she learns the hard way.
My country is a country full of racism; some people call it ethnicity since when you look over its population it is a sea of black men and women going about the business of staying alive.
Racism have a lot of meaning to different people and hence several implication. To me it has one rationale behind my reasoning, if in any occasion another human being is singled out from a group of people because of his; skin color, tribe, town or religion then racism have taken place.
In Nigeria we all walk that thin rope suspended in the air between us, kept in balance by our fears of one another and an obvious hatred for one another.
Yet every day we wake up as one, struggle to live as one and die still as one.