PLEASE HELP US

PLEASE HELP US

Junction9: #sorosoke

In the first week of January 1968, at the tender age of 11, I was torn from my mother’s warm bosom and tossed into a boarding house.

That was the day my depression started.

And it continues even now, more than fifty years later.

I am not alone. It happened to my entire generation.

My depressive experience is typical of all of us between the ages of seventy-five and fifty.

This depression is typical of all of us who are the “elites” of Nigeria.