Nijagia once boasted of vibrant youths but they have lost hope in her present and of course her future! They seek greener pastures outside her home. They seek ways to make their names stay through time- no matter how short- on people’s tongue. You see them with files folded under their armpit, on their heads and for some, in their pocket. For an opening for a hundred, you will see a hundred thousand and Nijagia will rather not remember that she once boasted of many outsiders working within her walls; that she was once the greener pastures to some people.