There are a lot of questions that need answers, a lot of errors and omissions.
Although this generation was born to a certain number of virtues, we seek to know why the vices are more.
The generation seeks to know why the famous city of Canaan which is supposed to flow with milk and honey literally is flooding in lies and deceit.
Why the peoples paradise is becoming inhabitable for her own children as people are kidnapped and killed in jungle justice.
This very generation demands to know why mismanagement is at its peak and the people are not called to face the law or called to order.
This generation wants to know why criminals and thieves parade themselves freely among the people without fear or even prosecution.
Don’t we have laws that guide us?
This generation wants to know what effort is made to secure our future, when our only state owned university has been on what seems like an endless strike which has prolonged without hopes of ending soon.
At least for the sake of the next generation tell us were we stand.
In this generation, the blow of frustration, bad governance, poor follow up of public projects and even poor accounting for our own funds and poverty is prevailing.
This generation is birthing more and more vices than virtues which may cause mishaps either to the generation after or to our very self.
A state standing tall in international discuss allows her staff work months and pays them half of a month’s salary. Even the Bible forbids keeping your workers pay.
The people seek to understand the mystery behind the Bakassi Peninsular, we think there is something you are not telling us here.
Taking a stroll through lonely paths and quiet streets, you will be forced to ask what this generation is doing towards the road side children (I thought there were supposed to be the leaders of tomorrow).
You will be forced to ask why the street lights that stand tall above beautiful billboards only serves as a neat place to post your political manifesto. Look up, no light shines.
You will ask why a state that has been declared fit for a child, harbors more children hawking than children in the classroom. What are we doing to make the state fit for a child?
What about those places whose gutters are stuffed with a lot of dirt and make the street inhabitable, these places are saved only by rainfall which pushes the dirt’s to another corner.
Amongst all of these, Cross River state is beautiful, clean and stands tall like a young maiden adorned with beads waiting for her groom, but this generation seeks to see beyond this beauty.
We want the beauty to radiate from within, she doesn’t needs those beads, bracelets and customs to make her beautiful, she needs peacefulness, light and development and she will glitter.