I was weeping bitterly, pleading for mercy for the Nation, for myself, and for my bloodline. I cried for the parts we have played, knowingly or unknowingly, as Nigerians, contributing to where she stands today. Past images of a crooked Nigeria filled my mind and stirred me to pray desperately, to take my place in the hope of a righteous Nigeria. It was a conviction woven with the right fear and the right agony, the kind that moves a person into action. Even after living outsi