Love, Hate and Hope: The story of Earth mother and I
Climate Change When I was very little, I remembered that the different seasons we had in Nigeria triggered different emotions. The rain came, and with it, a moody, melancholy spirit that caused us to ponder about the nature of existence and its essence. The Harmattan season came during late November and lasted till January, ushering the joyous Christmas celebration and New Year, with new clothes to show off, big pieces of white meat that competed with our canines, and the gurgling of our stomachs caused by endless gallons of sweet drinks gingerly gulped down our throats. The Television was not awash with various natural disasters threatening to end human existence, and the beaches were a place of longing- a place away from the survival mode that has become accustomed to Nigerians. I will be 27 this year, lived more than 2 decades and things have certainly changed. Let me tell you how: The Mmamiri river in mama's village has dried up. That river was called the river of life, no