By Yakubu Mohammed
Apparently, the North deserves pity. But is it worth crying for? Whichever angle you want to look at it, and through whichever prism you want to look at the Hobbesian state of its conditions today, the inevitable conclusion is that the North has nobody to blame but itself.
In its heydays, with good
leadership that was imbued with sound vision, the North was united and
monolithic in more senses than one. And relatively, it was more
economically viable, self-confident, arrogant even.
But today, it is at war with itself, thanks to rabid ethnicity and religious bigotry with a system that wallows more in mediocrity than merit. Home to soulless insecurity with Boko Haram and other assorted criminals, armed bandits, kidnappers, cattle rustlers and herdsmen, both local and foreign, unhinged, the once united and peaceful North has turned into a hot bed of grotesque abnormality.
