Sharon's Reservoir

The world has changed. Okay, everyone knows that the world has changed…change is the only constant thing and bla bla bla. But in the past few weeks, it has really hit me how much things have changed, and not for better.

I’ve been visiting with my parents in my childhood home. They live deep in a mountain village somewhere in the middle of nowhere or at least, that’s how it seemed sometimes, when I was a teenager. I remember then, I would go on long strolls in the evening, taking in the fantastic scenery, cocooned in the Gibson Les Paul strains that my Walkman provided. I would stroll for hours on end, just being alone.

Those days my mom would let us (my brothers and I wander) through the plains and play on the rocky Mountains. But it’s not that way anymore. There is so much insecurity in the land that even in your home, you’re not sure how safe you are.

For those living in the North of Nigeria, things have become really bad. In the State I live in, those who have other places to run to when things get hot, have made the place intolerable for those who have no place to run to.

But I know it can’t go on like this forever. I look forward to the day when I can go roaming the plains and highlands of Plateau State once again. I know that time will come.