A Delightful Dilemma of Destiny and Democracy —LOH #242.

Greetings to the distinguished and magnificent judge of the week, the visionary @irenenavarroart. I raise my pen in your honour. I hope your pen is sharp and your tea is hot.Haha! I'm glad to sense you giggled.

Prompt 1:

There is a song that says, "Everybody wants to rule the world." That's absolutely correct; however, the important fact remains that not everyone actually knows what to do when they arrive at that peak of their life! Now, imagine me campaigning to be president of my beloved country. I would convince the people by action, not mere words.

Before I even start running for the presidential office. I will show what my regime is capable of by making sure there is jobs for both graduates and those with O' level qualifications.

The truth is that when all citizens are busy with something while others are going to their circular employments, the rate of crime, violence, kidnapping, and other bad things will reduce or even vanish entirely. The majority of youth are graduates and have nothing to do; they get frustrated and join robbery gangs, street cult, and the like.Therefore, I will start by providing jobs for all, making sure there are stable companies, factories, and establishments that each citizens can work in. Very importantly all bad roads must be repaired. I would not promise them the moon—unless I can actually get Elon Musk on speed dial.

There would be affordable food for all citizens, since food is the major problem now in Nigeria. I will make sure that pensions for the poor masses are paid, and salaries are increased at least every six months to allow workers with children and wives to feed, clothe, and pay school fees.

I would host a "presidential jollof-off" to settle, once and for all, whether Lagos or Abuja owns the crown( I'll definitely give it to the city that votes best). My bill boards will read: "No long speeches, just long-lasting solutions." What's more, I will definitely wear agbada, but I will jog in it to prove that I am fit for the presidential office.

Education is key; a lot of children are not going to school because their parents can not afford the school fees. Therefore, I will grant free education for children whose parents are underpaid, poor, and less privileged.

Instead of dull manifestos, I will present mine as a hit single—hippop style, or better still, afrobeat swag. If they can dance to it, then they can definitely vote for it. My slogan will be: "Drop the saga, grab amala."

So yes, everybody wants to rule the world. But me? I just want to rule differently with vibes, sense, laughter, and small chops.

Prompt 2:

Now, this is the situation:

A mystical being, very sparkly and slightly smelling of peppermint and delicious cookies, appeared to me and gives me two options for rebirth; a chance to life again, but accompanied by two huge options: Option one: I keep all my memories, but I will never meet the same people again. Option two: I forget everything—every triumph, the love, the wins, the celebrations, the heartbreaks and disappointments, the joy and laughter, the embarrassing moments, the childhood roots, the tears, the challenges and happiness, and many more—but I get to be surrounded by the same people from my past life.

Oh, heaven gracious! This is definitely a difficult decision; it's actually a tough one. However, let me be truly honest. I will be going for option number two.

My reason?

I cherish memories so much; I don't forget how a particular person made me feel, either bad or good, and if i can not actually get those memories back, then I would rather be with the people I made those memories with.

Come on ladies! what is life without the people who made me roll on the floor laughing my intestines out, dragged me to parties and get-togethers I never planned to attend, and called me "Oga" even though they borrowed my power bank? They farted and pretended it was me, quarrelled and argued over silly things like television shows and choice of clothes. They told me "sorry" and mocked me playfully later when I slipped, belch loudly like a gorrilla to see my reaction, and comforted me when I face heartbreak and disappointments, snored like the world was going to end tomorrow, just to annoy or crack a smile from me.The list is countless, my sister.

Memories are sweet, yes—but people? people are the jollof rice to the stew of existence. You get what I mean, right? Okay, I really do not mind forgetting all these interesting memories—I actually don't mind forgetting everything, as long as I find the same humans again. I will eventually fall in love with them like it's the first time—again and again. I do not mind pretending not to know their troubles and stress as long as they show me the same love.

Therefore, please, mystical being, reboot me like a Nigerian generator. however, just make sure my people are still with me.

This is my response to this week's LOH @ladiesofhive community contest #242.

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