No verses, No emotional songs or heavy promises in the world can express the feeling of a broken soul, a lost soul struggling through all lines of pilgrimage just to rejuvenate a wrinkled smile.
No words of a prophet, a malam or an ancestor can sweeten the reality of a lost hope.
People build very high walls of beliefs but yet fall to their knee's to dig a hole to escape its related iron gate of measures.
Shadows live in barricades, vacuums and outta space to hide away from their lost visions, yet punch holes to revisit the reality to exist.
The sun hides above the clouds, the stars escape from the skies yet realize to peep from time to time to bless its reason with light.
The caterpillar goes through all the hardships of being hunted down by birds, living without defence as a cocoon but has that happy thought that, it will one day fly among the birds beautifully.

Same way hopes are not stable, hopes are not indefinite yet, hopes are eligible and life invoked. Hopes are lost and found like the Kid's game " Pilolo "
Having the patience and "viim" to believe in things you don't know
Or always stuck in reality that, there's no room for Foresight or Miracle.

A beautiful struggle paints a picture of a lost son, a fading daughter with less hope but higher "viim" of achievement.
It tells the story of the kid living on the streets, yets has the power point plan on how to survive every moment of his life.
That "Nsu" seller smiling at every single penny she bags on the street, that young entrepreneur starting up his busuness on a truck, but has the company of market women to laugh with.
That broken hearted who have found comfort in her true self and believes happiness exist within.

And the belief that gold passes through the fiercely flames of fire to be pure and beautiful as it is, so no matter how the struggle maybe, We will always come out as shiny Stars poking through the darken cloud to give light to the world.

" Life in this WORLD is a great STRUGGLE " but then, it always gets better and that makes it beautiful

We see places with skyscrapers, road interchanges, large Malls and Towers as a Developed world.
Same way we consider the Western World as being the limit to Development.
So what then is the Road to Development for my People?

Is it the ability to leave our own darken air space amidst the anticipation of landing on Greener surface of a foreign land?
Or Is it our eagerness to surf on a ship via the Mediterraneans, up the Artics of the cold Himalayans in Europe?

How then do my people see " The Road to Development "
The Road to Development describes a wide open way; designating various types of paths, demarcating very different verses of function on every path riding along this wide way; with each path leading at a different direction but all fusing together at the end of the road achieving one great goal.
This Road meanders through all areas of errors, all pot holes, all obstructions in the way, all burnt bridges and all destroyed intersections and curves of the society.
One path encounters the toxic chemicals dumped in our rivers and water bodies. All the trash waste living in the middle and sides of the road resulting in several tragedies.
Another path moves below all rocky symbols of greed, selfishness, and hatred lying on top of this path causing divisions and warfare in our societies.
And at the curves of this road, we can find joint little weeds joined together by traveling sand displaying the terrors of bribery and corruption devouring our humane.
This path does not ignore the evil look of refuse jammed in gutters and scattered all over sensitive areas causing Cholera and Malaria in our vicinity.
This road again opens its eyes as it steady observes the redundant ways of the public service and how it workers slowly and reluctantly cross it as they even move to work.
One other thing this road doesn't escape is how everything is politicized with different Colour banners hanger on it space when we are all striped with one colour.
And Finally, On top of this road, you can see the blueprint of how tribal wars are causing a lot of lives, Bias and mismanagement among others were built upon these bloody soil.

The Road of Development must start with helping the young and old cross this road.
Maintaining your work ethics of confidentiality and punctuality.
Respecting your leaders and respecting the needs of your people.
Development starts with a plan, one man coming up that " solar panels can be used as alternative power source ". One woman raising to the occasion that " women deserves more than just being at the kitchen office ".

Development starts with you. You construct "The Road to Development" yourself.