Chapter 17 : THE MOVEMENT part 2

Surviving in the country was just equivalent to surviving in the hell fire they told us about in the bible, ranging from insecurities to bad roads to bad economy to bad education system to bad infrastructures to bad humanitarians and lots more to mention but few.

And I was always a kid who had much love for his country even though his country is messing up everything and everyone, I was always a kid who had interest in leading his country into what it's set to be one day, so I never really needed anything to faulter that decision and dreams even though nothing has faulterd it yet and nothing will ever faulter it

The movement is for my country, and my country is in the movement so I am for the movement because I'm in the movement, if the my people are crying I am crying too, if my people are dieing I am dieing too, if my people are celebrating I am celebrating too

I began hearing little by little about the movement,at first I wasn't interested due to I was still a teenager who is surviving alone in the township inside bad country, a lot of people began saying many things about the movement, I could recall listening to a woman I met in the public transport when she saying that if any of her son dares come back home and talk about the movement that she would disown him.

On hearing such comment from such good looking aged woman, looking at her she is a responsible mother from a wealthy home, so the utterance sounded like a great fiasco to my ears.

I was so shocked and I didn't know what to say first time in my life I ran short of words to say, I alighted from the public transport, when I got to my destination I began asking more questions about who is anchoring the movement now.

For two years I've heard about the movement but no one of it were true, none of the things that most people around me said about the movement was the truth, some of them spoke out of fear, some of them spoke out of depression, some of them spoke out of jealousy for the leader of the movement, some spoke out of envy for the leader of the movement, some spoke out of their normal stupidity and ignorance.

Along the lines they nearly got me close to their kind of weakness and foolishness and spoke against the leader of the movement just in words as a teenager who does not want anything so bad as what they have been telling us about to happen around them, " I only said that leader of the movement does not know what his doing if he is sighting that kind of evil that occurred in 1966-1967-1970 to repeat itself, I mean his probably insane that was around June before the leader was kidnapped, but God got me on time before they could realize it.

For two years that I've been hearing of the movement I've never been truly acquainted, it was mostly lies and cowardliness, until 15th day of June 2021 when the leader of the movement was kidnapped.

When I heard the news that the leader of the movement has been kidnapped by the oppressors I was so sad for no reason, I thought it was my normal mood swing until at night I couldn't sleep I was just thinking about this man that this people has kidnapped what has he committed, I began to ask myself this questions like what is this man really asking for? What does he say he wants?? What is this and what is that??

I couldn't sleep till the next day very early in the morning I woke up and went to our normal devotion ground where we discuss a lot of things both the movement and the non movement, I went there and I listened to the people there speaking many things about the movement, but the supporters was always lesser.

Immediately I recalled a particular part of my life where I seem too real to be good in the eyes of people around me, and I remembered that my music legend (Eminem) told me that when people seem too good to be true they usually are!

I only asked myself what if this man is right, what if he knows what he is doing, what if I believed him?

This three questions saved my life, the answers came three hours later, it was already afternoon with a crushing hot sun and I was sitting down beside the wall in my place of business thinking about my life as usual.

Suddenly I had a vision, what I Saw in my vision was the rebranding of the streets of the movement States, everything was renewed and it was all glittering as though it's made of silver and gold.

Every walls in the streets of the movement States were shining so bright and wonderful with fine and beautiful roads, everything was just very fine, people were very happy as though it was heaven, immediately a voice sounded in my mind and spoke to my ears and said this is how it was supposed to be, this is what it is supposed to be.

Suddenly I realized myself and the vision disappeared, I began to ponder on the vision,I began to analyze the vision within myself and I told no one until now, immediately I began to feel regrets from all angle, I began to get angry over the country's pandemonium.

I began to ask myself new questions like what.