If you look at the top of this article, you’ll see that it is written under the “Irewole’s Diary” category. I’ll bet no one has ever kept a “secret diary” this poorly before. Anyway, if you read my very first blog post, you’d understand by now that this is just me sharing a personal experience with you.
Before that, I want to mention a couple of things that I’m happy about. The very first is that I am not dead. Since I got back to school, especially when crossing the road in this jungle (otherwise known as Lagos), it’s like I’m one wrong step away from getting my balls (and every other part of me) grinded to a pulp by some careless driver. I am also happy that even though my lecturers are giving me assignments like cigarettes are giving people cancer, I haven’t had a breakdown under all the stress.
Reaching 160+ subscribers and getting so much love from you in my first month of blogging too is also pretty nice but what I am not happy about is the way Nigeria is going.
After spending almost twelve hours at a stretch in school sometime last year, I headed home. I stayed off campus so it took a while to get home. That was beside the fact that I was leaving really late when most bike men had closed. I sha used strong head and walked to the point where I’d have to queue.
At the point where I was to queue, there were already a number of people there and it was even about to rain. I was so tired that my brain started functioning less than usual and I started contemplating walking for about 25 minutes to get home instead of standing for about three and getting a space in the next vehicle.
I eventually decided to stand and wait. I put in my earphones and started up some nice vibes. It finally got to my turn and I saw a woman with a kid come in front of me but not directly. I knew what she was trying to do but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, hoping that someone else was coming to pick her up. I was not bothered because either way, my position in the keke wouldn’t change.
The keke eventually arrived and as usual, he talked about how he didn’t have change. I just ignored him and stepped in. Whether or not I had change, I was not spending another minute away from the love of my life – my bed just in case you’re wondering. As I suspected, this woman went ahead of everyone else who had been there before her with her daughter without uttering a word and sat in the keke.
Everyone there – mostly old women – spoke out against this. I was basically the youngest person at the scene so, I kept quiet, having secured my seat. They were all pissed off for obvious reasons and even more so because it was about to rain.
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At first, the woman who had cheated them all with her daughter began apologizing but the affected persons wanted her to come down so they could take their rightful place. Immediately, she switched characters and unlocked that craze craze that most Lagos dwellers have, insisting that she would not get down and ordering her daughter to stay in her seat.
The driver faint heatedly protested but eventually, the woman had her way and all the other women were left behind, possibly to get beaten by the rain. A number of things went through my head during the bumpy ride home.
The major thing however that kept on ringing was the kind of message she had taught her daughter who could not have actually been more than ten years old. We keep on saying that the country is bad and that we want to move out but we forget about the things we do to contribute to the poor state of the nation.
That woman that day taught her daughter indirectly that you can take whatever you want without any consequences even if it’s at the expense of others. The driver and I taught her that as long as you’re satisfied, everyone’s problem is not really your burden to bear. If this is the message that we are passing across to the next generation, how do we expect Nigeria to become better?
In fact, forget that last part. I’m sure you can’t be less than fifteen years old. If this is the way we are behaving, being the next generation, how exactly do we expect the country to change?
As I’m sure you’ve noticed through the condemnation of my own character, I am not here as some self-righteous ass kisser who wants to start preaching to people. I definitely am not here to judge anyone either and to be honest, I don’t know what inspired this article but I did feel a strong need to talk about this. We can’t continue in our “retarded ways” and expect the country to get better. So, this message is to you and all my Nigerian youths… “Biko, have sense.”
You already know I’ll ask…
- How has your week been? Any bit as stressful as mine?
- What similar experience did you ever have at any point in time that just made you shake your head and wonder if Nigeria will ever get better?
- Did you actually enjoy the article or did your lazy self just breeze through it?
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