With no placards or March on the street, the revolution South East needs has already started. The real owners of the region has stepped in to salvage the people.
With the general acceptance of our movement ‘Anambra Of Our Dream’ and the instant endorsement by the stakeholders, I can only say that the laborers are already in the field to harvest the crops. All that’s needed to propel Anambra to a new height has already been provided.
Since we started this movement, we are yet to run out of emotional support. Just last Monday, I got a call from Abuja. The nice lady – whose name I wouldn’t mention now – asked if we can supervise a dream project she shares with her husband.
They want to train young people in the east. Their focus is on artisanship. They will provide the necessary fund to see these people through the months of training, and also make available a starting capital.
, a message that read:
‘We will make out time and visit the proposed site. I want us to provide ideas how we want to structure to be remodeled.’
I couldn’t believe it’s already happening. This proposed site in Onitsha will train, mentor and equip the youths with IT skills. It will revive the region.
Anambra Of Our Dream Is a movement whose time has come. No doubts.
From onset, we wanted a movement that is politically unsullied. We want it to be driven by passion. However, when we started making the list of people we could invite to our conference on 13th December, almost every name on that list was politically exposed. Remembering our initial goal, we had to jettison the list.
And like Buddha rightly put it: when the students are ready, the teacher will appear. The chiefs of commerce in South East heard of our scheme and threw their weight behind us. With clear mind, they all believe this revolution would benefit all. They yearn for the prosperity of the people, and believing in this dream of ours, they stood unshaken behind us.
We can boldly say: Azụ anyị dị alọ (our back is heavy).
The dark clouds are scattering, the Sun, once again, will rise from the East.
I hear the sound of HOPE…