Writers 
A person who has great responsibilities, such as a king, is constantly worried and therefore doesn't sleep soundly. A person with great power, such as a king, a president, a community leader, a principal, a headboy and even a father is constantly apprehensive. It's disheartening that not everybody understands this.
It was a community, an egalitarian one. The South knew nothing of the West, and the West knew nothing of the North. Yet, in their primitive way, each region lived a satisfactory life. The West had land that was ever green. Beneath the seas in the East lay gold and wealth. The North had vast lands for rearing animals.
Each region had its own leader, its own traditions, and its own gods. The dos and don’ts set by these deities guided the people, and life was fantastic.
Then the strangers came through the sea.
Things began to change.
At first, it was called “Eyi Naija” “This is Nigeria.”
“We have our norms and culture. We have our indigenous rulers. This is how we do things here. We will not accept strangers.”
This was the belief of the people of the West.
As time passes, the alien came through the sea. Then, things began to unfold. At first, the name 'Eyi Naija' is given throug the path. “We have our norms and culture. We have our indigenous rulers, there are ways we do our things here. We are not accepting an alien." This was belief of the left hand of the sun. As time passes people, all the regions began to adopt to the leadership of the alien untill the three regions were now joined together to see things as one. Then the leadership of the alien named Lord pack went on.
Through enlightenment the sub rulers got from the alien's home, they now thought it is time to establish home of "us", then the agitation for us for ourselves ensued. The aliens began to struggle because of the threat posted on them by the owners of the land. Meanwhile, ealier before now, the aliens have developed some areas and now conducive and smooth for the land owners. after all the agitations the land was left for the owners to govern themselves.
Then came the question: Who should rule, and where should he come from?
As nature would have it, the man in khaki ascended the throne.
Not long after, the insatiable greed of some leaders made governance unbearable, and a coup dethroned him.
And so it continued, one regime after another, until the now merged conglomerate of the regions began to search for a messiah to deliver the land.
Now, the crown is neither selected nor proclaimed by the gods but it is elected through headcount for or against.
Then came Mallam Audu, a man whose antecedents many believed were pure enough to lift the land.
The land was flowing with milk and honey, but the crowns before him had sucked away its nutrients.
This time, the people trusted Mallam Audu so much that they forgot the age-old truth:“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
Even Mallam Audu believed in himself. He promised to turn the situation around and bring a bountiful harvest of progress to every area the land needed.
Only a few realized that there is always more to every crown than meets the eye.
Time passed. Mallam Audu was announced the bearer of the crown.
The people rejoiced; “The messiah has come!”
But about 24 moons into his reign, an unforeseen circumstance struck.
Things changed. Things got worse. Regret set in.
Even the crown-bearer began to count the days of his stay.
What was done could not be undone.
People died by the minute. Others starved. The rope could not hold.
Now, there are two beliefs:
Some say it was the cabal that failed the throne.
Others say it was Mallam Audu himself who failed.
Whichever side is right, one thing is clear: *The crown is lost.*
For it is always true: “Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
