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WE CAN OPEN OUR BLIND EYES

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If you thought that we go blind when the light fails our eyes, it's likely you believe that snowballs fallen on the floor are scoops of ice cream cascading from the skies.

There is a thing about the generation that tends to stir the leadership of this country when the frail ones visit the land of no return. We love 'big things.'

Big phones, big cars, big houses, big dreams, big husbands, big wives, big names or just about anything as long as it has the prefix 'Big.' You can't blame us! 

We are the Millenials, the Gen-Z, no other generation has had a name as hip as ours. The digital era heralded us. So, No! You can't blame us. 

But the next time we desire something big, let us remember that tiny pieces of sedimented particles make a huge rock. 

Let us bring our bigness to remind us that a young Nigerian boy named Dr. Emeagwali carefully studied the efficient ways in which bees communicate and build honeycombs and decided to create a computer that could work that way.

Mark Zuckerberg thought of a better way to have us gossip, scribble notes, pass to each other amidst frowns and giggles and ofcourse make friends. That's how our beloved Facebook was birthed. 

Let us be reminded that the Wright brothers taught it will be super cool to ride on the back of a big bird and now we fly in Boeing planes and jets. 

Or I should let you know that Odunayo Eweniyi allows me to carry my kolo or piggy bank on my mobile phone and save on the go. 

The makeshift church behind my father's house has a way of annoying me when I am home on Friday nights. With blaring speakers, they sing;

"I can see everything turning around, everything turning around
See everything turning around, everything turning around
For my good."

Things are turning around indeed. Businesses, inventions, education, production, just about everything is undergoing disruption.

So we are cut up in a fast and furious race but before you place your fingers on the Start Line to sprint to our 'Big Thing,' bear in mind that disrupting industries, sectors come from solving problems and as well tackling the small things. 



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