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I have just returned from holiday in Nigeria, the most populous African nation. Nigeria is African's biggest oil producer. Apart from the petroleum, Nigeria is, in addition, blessed with very good weather. The weather is not really bad that it's likely to farm all year round. The weather potential is really enormous that if exploited, Nigeria could produce all of the food it needs for export and also for local consumption. The positioned on the earth in Nigeria helps it be possible to own exactly twelve hours of day and twelve hours of nighttime. This remains the same the year round. The solar energy that is plentiful can light up power other industrial equipments as well as the entire nation. I really could not but respect this populous state using its natural endowment.

As I sat down in the cool of the evening at the balcony of my house, I enjoyed my interaction as balmy wind gently caressed past my body in continuous rhythm. The evening sky was very bright as I could make out the shapes of the twinkling stars. I started to think back the most recent time I sat without top but just my boxer slacks, in the UK. When I went swimming in a indoor pool that was recently. I lightly looked down into the paper within my hand as I respected the skies. Many of the pages were talking about politics as Nigeria was just preparing to go into general election for the political leaders. Nigerian politics has come of age to say the least. Politics is a very profitable job in Nigeria. It's commonly said a Nigerian lawmaker brings in about twice the salary of the American President. It's usually believed to be true from available records although I don't have any proof of this. It's extremely difficult for anybody to stay poor and to occupy a position that is political in Nigeria. This is the reason why a lot of people perpetrate all sorts of atrocities to maintain office or political power.

I made a decision to go back by road to Port Harcourt. It enabled me to see more of the countryside and also gave me greater knowledge of the living condition of an average Nigerian although it was a choice that is silly. My bus to Port Harcourt left Jos by 7.00am. The road journey was bumpy, to say the least. I was amazed at the state of disrepair of some stretches of the federal trunk roads. I discovered that want of the motorist determines the rate of vehicles to get to destination as fastest as the motorist could. Consequently speed limits signs were never detected, or to be unfair obeyed. I had been eager to discover that our bus driver kept a maximum rate of 120km per hour on the good stretches of the street. I really believe the speed limit might have become the instruction from the bus company. On the poor stretches of the street, the bus crawled. Because Nigeria is blessed with weather that is friendly, most vehicle owners don't ensure that the air-conditioning systems of their vehicles are in good working order as the conventional thing could be to roll down the wind screens for fresh air to flow to the vehicles. That was the situation in our bus. Yet, I made sure to roll up the wind screens on the dusty, earthy stretches of the road. When we stopped to stretch our legs and also to have a break, as I detected, that wasn't enough. I was frightened at what I saw on the kerchief and wiped my face with my handkerchief that was white. My face had been covered with brownish-black dust. I thought that was crazy. Well, there's nothing I could do they don't whine plus as this is the life of most Nigerians.

I discovered that vehicles would cross to the lanes of oncoming vehicles so that you can prevent some awful portion of road as we progressed on our journey. This is a routine scene on all the roads, even on major motorways (expressways) with median barriers dividing oncoming from continuing vehicles. In doing this, the vehicles did not even use the head light to warn oncoming vehicles of the hazard it posed. It was a common scene to determine vehicles swerve from one lane to another so that you can avoid some potholes. I had been so scared and prayed to God to take me home safely. I wondered as they all appear to be relaxed with all the driving pattern, if other passengers felt like me.

As I got nearer to my destination, we discovered some assembly of men and women on the road median just ahead of us. Someone in our bus indicated that the accident may have occurred. He was correct. I noticed a bus only like ours had merely somersaulted into the median as our driver slowed to a creep on the scene. Some volunteers had managed to bring the occupants of the bus out and placed them on the floor. Despite the fact that these volunteers were trained on emergency first aid nor the way to handle injury casualties, in case of spinal cord injuries they were willing to help.

I suddenly opened my eyes and learned that I'd dozed off momentarily as I sat down at my balcony. It was now dark as I possibly could start to see the glowing skies with its half moon as well as the small and great stars adding colour. Something that has been apparent was the sound of electric generating sets in nearly every compound. So individuals had to improvise their own electricity using generators, like usual, there was no electricity. Apart from the excruciating noise pollution due to these generating sets, I also pictured the upsurge in carbon footprint as a result. It's obvious the noise pollution also raises the anxiety levels in people and thus increasing the mortality rate. I wondered why a nation like Nigeria should still be struggling with supplying electricity that was stable for its citizens. I recall a one time Nigerian head of state being quoted as saying that the issue with Nigeria isn't cash, but what to do with the money it's. Nigeria has so much money that it does not have the knowledge of what things to do with all the cash. Is this statement still the case today? Well, if it is, then electricity is needed by Nigerians. But how can this accomplishment be recognized for Nigerians, when some Nigerian businessmen make a lot of bundle in the importation of electricity generators? The long nights of darkness of the Nigerian that is common is the bundle of the Nigerian businessman. This just means the long nights of captivity will continue.

It's now 6.00am in the morning and the sun is just rising as usual. Some kids in the neighbouring compounds have just come to my compound to fetch some water. These neighbours are those who could not afford to drill their particular water borehole and treatment and so need to depend at the mercy of other neighbours that are good. This really is because the government has failed to provide the citizens with portable water. Every person has to sort out her or his own water requirements. I wondered the effect of the various water boreholes scattered throughout the city as I looked out through the open glass of my window. Would these boreholes sometime lead to subsidence or collapse? No one has given some serious consideration to the after effect of this occurrence. The duty of the after effect would for sure rest on the shoulders of the government for the failure to provide pipe borne water.

I travelled to Lagos, the prior capital of Nigeria and its own commercial nerve center. Lagos is thickly populated. To get around the traffic jam in Lagos, commuters and motorists get up as early as 4.00am to leave for their office. I had a meeting in a location called Ikoyi in Lagos. If there clearly was no traffic jam, from my hotel room, it will take a mean of thirty minutes. To be certain I satisfy my assembly schedule, I requested my driver to pick me up by 6.00am for the assembly. Despite my precaution, I spent two hours on the highway and got to my meeting place by 8.05am. I wondered to myself how people could endure this way: going to work by 4.00am and Igbo returning by 10.00am all in a play to prevent traffic jam. My thoughts went back to London, where the transport system is very well formed despite the high number of commuters. So what is the issue with Lagos, Nigerian commercial centre, and several other cities in Nigeria?

It is hardly difficult to notice in Nigeria that the private sector drives the transport business. Train transport in Nigeria has crippled to a dead end. The primary sources of transportation are the buses and the cabs. These are all possessed by private people. To employ the bus or a cab to work means that the top of someone might get torn or stained with soil by the time the one gets to the office. Therefore, individuals choose to drive to work. Where every person in a densely inhabited city revert to driving to work in the same peak interval imagine. The effect would be traffic jam. That is most cities in Nigeria and the scenario in Lagos. The failure to give transport infrastructure and method of transfer of the government means that an automobile would be owned by every person. The result: wear and tear of roads and eternal traffic jam.

I left at Lagos. My going to Abuja was simply accompanying because I failed to get a flight where I'd intended to visit with some family members. Join Jos from there and I had to fly to Abuja. It gave me the ability to look across the capital scene, which will be gorgeous by all standards.

Jos is on the Nigerian central belt hillside located on the Jos Plateau sitting at about 1,200 meters above sea level. The Jos weather somehow resembles a summer that is European that is mild. The weather is wonderful and lovely. Besides the recent religious clashes in the region, Jos had remained a haven for visitors and foreign tourists. As a consequence of the common religious clashes, the region has been militarised with military check points at every 1km. The fun of vacation was quickly replaced with understanding. I managed to catch fun considering the country side and enjoyed some local delicacy.

Some of these injury casualties were moving their bodies and some were entirely motionless. I automatically said these folks should be evacuated promptly to the hospital. A voice from our bus said, 'who will do that? No body will be ready to work with his or her vehicle to take the victims.' If there have been any numbers to emergency ambulance service, I inquired. No body seemed to be aware of such a emergency number. The driver of our bus proposed that we might see some staff of the Federal Road Safety Corps traveling along our destination to inform of the accident. We drove off slowly towards our destination expecting that we locate help for the casualties along our way. That was not to be as we did not find any help on our way.