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OUR SOAP IS IN US

 


OUR SOAP IS IN US

“We should be participating in all sports at the Olympics. We have different states known for their gifts. Some can swim and paddle, many can race, some are from hilly states and can be trained, some can wrestle as it is part of their festivals, others can...”



“Abeg na who go cut soap for me I dey find. All these can…can…can… you are saying is a far cry. Even if we are given 10 years to prepare for the games it will not be enough. How many swimming pools do you have in your state, talk less of all local government areas? Did you hear the name of the swimming grounds at the Olympics? It is called Tokyo Aquatics Centre; aquatic animals fit camp there no shaking! The pools I have seen in this side of the earth na inside people compound dem dey to use differentiate poor man from rich man.”

 

“Pessimism has eaten deep into your membrane. Imagine if we harness our sport sector and top it up with tourism, we will not need any oil to survive man! See, all those agbero collecting white at various bust stops will be trained for 100 meters since they can chase buses upandan… As for the handicapped begging on our streets, they will be trained for the Paralympics. You go see say once these are possible, even your grandpa go wan be a sportsman. You wen dey find work now for two years, you sabi play tennis and suppose dey Tokyo now dey make me proud. You see my point is, Nigeria is blessed with everything positive and negative. We should not be too busy chasing our own desires when the whole country is sick. Our medicine is in communal thinking.”

 
“I get your point. For tourism, my grandpa backyard get waterfall o. My mumsy village dem don kill all the rabbit finish wen oyinbo for come dey look. Many beaches in Lagos have trees that have been rendered homeless so the sun fries your senses in a place where you are to get inspiration.”

 

“Guy, make I cut that soap for you! Let’s create a club online where we can share ideas of possible solutions to these issues. In every community, there could be a training centre for a particular sport. Get volunteer coaches and doctors who can be present at least once in a week. We actually can do this. How many local government dey your state?” 

“I no know that one but I know say one bad belle politician go either spoil this plan or wan use am to garner votes for any coming election. We sabi draw one another backward. Na our own Olympics be that.”

 “Okay find out and let’s see how it goes. For tourism, that one is on a higher level sha but I will pray about it this night and whatever God tells me, I will let you know…”

“No forget to tell God to cut soap for us abeg!”

 Don’t Forget to Be Honest!


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