We need to boldly address what ails us for the country to collectively move on

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Receive this festive season’s greetings from Emanyulia. The village remains largely green, despite the obvious beating from the sun. We ushered in Christmas quietly. I suspect New Year is not going to be much different. There is an overwhelming sense of ennui, and even silent presentiment. An element of repressed anger, born out of feelings of betrayal and frustration, seems to have replaced our usual happy-go-lucky spirit during Christmas, around here.

We are ending the year on a note of anxiety, courtesy of the electoral experience of the ending year. The air is pregnant with expectancy. I don’t know expectancy of what. The people are simply waiting for something big to happen. Yet, they don’t seem to know what this big thing is, or could be. But, apparently, the languor is not restricted to Emanyulia. A friend called me from Nairobi, only this morning, to ask me what is going to happen in Kenya. “I don’t know,” I said, “Ask Samuel Beckett.”