Growing up wasn't funny for me, i lost my gaiety. So many darts, spares and arrows were thrusted to me because of my looks, height and speech pattern. Daily I died as a kid, not knowing who to find solace in. This turned me into an introvert, I became a little intelligent because the only solace I found was in my books which I devour like a hungry god.
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Now a grown-up I still feel the trappings of inferiority complex in me. I became too careful not to offend people, too good that people crush my egos most often or take me for granted, and there are times i hardly trust people. I started thinking on how to evade this life, not that I don't know my problem but how to go about it...having the right people to trust, rational minds with a quality taste.
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Until you suffer an issue you can't be an authority in it. This shows why America can easily tell a country how to govern themselves and solve ethnic, religious and racial bigotry. Knowing a problem doesn't certifies that is half solve. Nope! I don't agree to this aphorism. When a problem is half solve is when you start reaching out to avenues through which solutions will flood your problem out.
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Nigeria is messy first because we don't even know her problem. So many commentors, orators and scholars had posited different reasons for our problems and solutions. Yet we are where? Falling between a scylla and charbdies!
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These identified problems can't give us the panacea we earnestly desire. Until we come to a round table discussion (referendum), Nigeria will suffer same way I suffered inferiority complex among comity of nations. Let's reach out to all ethnic groups in this country, know their grievances and then promote unity.
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PS: I can talk about my inferiority complex because I am now an authority in that field of life.
Written by Enyi Enyi Hycenth.
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