The Dream Country!!!

She woke up with a start. She had been sleeping for long. In her dream, she was in a country where there was constant power supply, there was enough potable water. There was a good healthcare system. 

The education system was such that it produced job creators rather than job seekers. Her husband who was a carpenter now had so many new branches of his workshop that he employed more than twenty five people. 

Their two kids, a boy and a girl, were attending a school which was poised to make one a commercial farmer, and the other a designer.

The boy, Alieu, already had plans to grow wheat at commercial level. He had written a sort of a project proposal for which his mom and dad were saving monthly. By the time he qualified, they will buy him all the tools he needed to produce food on a massive scale.

The girl, Fatou, wanted to have a fashion business where she will produce new African dresses for the teeming population. She knew that it was possible. The government had plans for all young entrepreneurs who were interested in making it in life. 

She had taken it for granted that her religion, her tribe, her social background would not be a problem. She was blind but skillful. But who even talked about blindness? In this country, being disabled didn’t mean zilch. You had equal opportunities. No one was discriminated. There were schools for everyone and it was free for all.

Ndey shook off the bedclothes from her and yawned. Then despondence took over. It had all been a dream. Too bad. She walked slowly towards the bathroom. Immediately, she touched the water however, it hit her. This does not have to remain a dream. Together we can make our country like this. She vowed to start a campaign from that day to ensure that her country attained the same status as she had seen in her dream. 

‘Let us show love for our nation,’ she told everyone she met that day and went on to describe the dream country and how it will turned into reality!

Tha Scribbler


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