I grew up in a fairly little community in Imo state 20 years ago. We had a post office that serves four towns with a postmaster who delivers letters and parcels with a bicycle. My Grandma receives a letter once a month from my uncle who lives in Lagos. There was no cell phone nor internet then to provide effective communication, so we made use of what was available.
Just 10 years ago I visited my village and saw the post office in decay, the zincs were stuffed at the right corner, doors dissolved by rain and the inside looked like a shrine. The community made an uncountable appeal to the local government that is 6 miles away but it fell into deaf ears, as such the mails stopped coming, and till today we no longer receive letters or parcels in my hometown.
It’s a pity that all the pathways to development painted by the British were slaughtered by our political leaders. No sustainable development, fundamental human needs, justice, or jobs. Just 60 years after independence we are still struggling while our Asia counterparts left us two decades ago. I weep for our generation and future ones.