- "One who stands for nothing, falls for anything," it goes without saying. We, the sons of Umuevu-
Onicha, looked the other way while our "Rome" burned. "It's not happening to me," or "I can take care of
myself," and like mentality have been the probable reaction from a handsome majority of us. As can be
seen, things have not gotten any better. How long shall we turn a blind eye, in the hope that our perils
would go away?
We have rested on our oars long enough. It's time we stirred from our slumber, and did something.
There’s no Umuevu son, alive today, who cannot write a thousand-page literary paper on what is wrong
with, and or in, Umuevu, and probably the whole country, as a matter of fact. So, in that regard, experts
are a dime, a dozen.
counted, when it really counts. What can we do to improve the lot of our people: the youths, elderly, sick, under-educated, the starving,
and unemployed?
With our predicament in mind, we of Umuevu heritage, here in the Washington, DC Metropolitan area, have rolled up our sleeves to
put our backs, collectively and severally, to it, in an attempt to force a head on conclusion with our generation’s menacingly bleak
future.
“The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few” (Matthew 9:37). Obviously, we have no need to be lectured on the enormity of the
task we have appointed for ourselves. However, we can use a healthy dose of a unanimous agreement that something needs to be
done. In lieu of that, we will do well to consider the alternative, the price of not doing anything.
planet, to lend a hand. There are people who make things happen. There are also those who watch things happen. And there are
those who wonder, "what happened?” There is only one, of three lots, that awaits every living soul: Lead, follow, or get out of the way.
As a hearer of this call responds, so shall his position and portion in life be marked. So, where do you see yourself in this picture?
We all know that the Lord is coming soon, but we all will be damned if we go to meet him looking sickly and clad in rags. Many hands
make light work, says an adage. Together, we can give this looming catastrophe a fight of its life. In making our homeland livable, we
do ourselves a favor.
God bless and keep you all.
Your brother,
Prince Emeka
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