When Things Stop Making Sense

Backward.

So, there I was, minding my own business, browsing the net as usual before I got down to serious work, and I happened upon a site I’ve become a bit of a fan of (http://feministe.us/blog) these days:

http://naijablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/condom-ban-in-anambra.html

http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2008/04/07/the-cost-of-pro-life-policies-27-nigerian-women-every-day-10000-nigerian-women-every-year/

The first article made my heart break a little. What’s the deal with us in this country? Why are we, as Nigerians, so SELFISH and hypocritical? What’s with all these people who are firmly implanted on their moral high horses? I’m so sick of this pretending to be holier-than-thou crap.

Another such case is the story of the rigged-in Senator (not so sure about this, but I’m hating right now), Ekaete, who feels that of all the laws she could be bringing into light (like addressing the abortion issue above for instance), she felt she ought to tackle ‘indecent dressing’. After all, if a woman gets harassed by a guy because she happens to be wearing something above her knees then it’s her fault, and not the randy, undisciplined fellow that can’t control himself *eye roll*.

Don’t act like y’all don’t see it, a wretched society of double standards and finger-pointing where most people are afraid to express themselves for fear of being condemned by the same people who get up to shadiness in their own homes. The same people who comfortably get away with all kinds of atrocities because they know they also live in a society where certain behavior is pushed into a cupboard, and silence is encouraged. It’s weird. It’s hypocritical. And I’m sick of it. They’ll all wear their best geles and laces and prance into church on Sunday and practically sleep on the altar, so other people will think they’re great, upright people. It’s BS. Women out there judging other young women, when their husbands are busy frollicking with the neighbour’s daughter, and they artfully ‘look the other way’. EEEUUURGGH.

One of my biggest fears for this country is that the backwardness and old-fashioned ignorance will still be carried on to our generation. Sure, a few people would snort and say, ‘Oh, they’re trying to copy Western culture’. I have to ask, is that a 100% bad thing? Riding in fancy cars and building lavish homes made of marble, have they been ingrained in the ‘Nigerian culture’ since the beginning of time? Can anyone fault how far we’ve come while ‘copying’ this EVIL culture? Why then, do we wear suits to work despite the fact that we live in a perpetually warm and unsavory climate for such clothing?

I read a story on Indemili’s (I apologize for messing up this name, but my computer crashed recently, and I lost a lot of my links, so if anyone knows who I mean, please let me know, I’ve been trying to relocate her blog for days) blog about women and keeping silent when their husbands maltreat them. That post hit a nerve. If the husband is cheating/beating his wife, it’s almost acceptable, if a woman has so much as a bad temper, she will be publicly shamed and reported.

The HYPOCRISY.

Now, I’m not advocating abortion or anything, I mean, if you put your foot in it, deal with it, don’t rob a human being of their chance at life, but I won’t hang anyone I knew for doing it. Our leaders and older folks keep on harping and singing about abstinence (which, FYI, I’m also not against), banning contraceptives, and preaching decent dressing like it’s ever made a difference. People have been fornicating since the word ‘GO’, so such laws, in times as these, when people are straying even further away from the prudish ideologies of our fathers (eg, no male friends, as in, like, seriously?) and many of these above-mentioned ‘moralists’ are sending their children to the (*omg evil*) West, are totally and completely POINTLESS. If nothing else, they’re further pushing people to commit their ‘sins’ in private, and dangerously.

Sigh…

I’m having expression problems. I’m tired of people quick to jump and judge, ‘OMG, look at her skirt, what a tart.’ Or ‘she had a child outside wedlock, she is incapable of ever finding love’, or something equally stupid.
Live and let live. You’re not perfect, so don’t pretend to be. I also don’t have anything against moral, decent people. I have a thing against those ‘decent’ people who feel it’s their place to put others down or lock them in a corner for their imperfections.

Damn… I’ve lost my train of thought for this rant. Please note I was being sarcastic with the whole evil West stuff.

Africa – Stopping Celebs & Stereotypes

Lohan’s time in rehab also led her to develop an interest in altruism and a desire to reach out to others less fortunate. “I’m planning a trip to Africa during the second week in December,” she told In Touch magazine.

First stop on Paris Hilton’s postjail goodwill tour – Rwanda. The hotel heiress said she will visit the African country this fall as part of her commitment to use her celebrity to highlight global causes, E! Online reported yesterday. “There’s so much need in that area, and I feel like if I go, it will bring more attention to what people can do to help,” Hilton said.

Paris Hilton? Lindsay Lohan? Coming to do what exactly??? We’re still trying to get rid of Brangelina and Bono!
I don’t know about YOU guys, but I’m really OVER this mad stereotype that is ‘Africa’. I’m also over this irritating ideology that Africa is THE place to go to prove you’re

  1. A redeemed criminal/drug addict/social psychopath
  2. Kind and loving
  3. NOT a stingy, arrogant son-of-a-gun

And you know what? It BLOWS. I’m also over the concept that

  1. Africa is one big country
  2. We all speak one language
  3. We live in trees, ride on camels and other stupid uncivilized crap
  4. We’re all black as sin and skinny
  5. We’re starving and have flies attached to our faces
  6. We all wear loincloths, have fluffy hair and speak weird clucking languages
  7. Africa is a humongous, hot wasteland with cracked floors and zebras on our front lawns
  8. Everywhere in Africa is war-torn.

What’s with all the bad press?! Ok, so we’re ‘under-developed’ and okay a few countries here and there are fighting. Yeah, we GET IT. But I think our continent is UNBELIEVABLY misunderstood and badly represented. Every foreign TV station is guilty. You haven’t depicted Africa till you show kwashiorkor infected children, or hungry looking women with loads on their heads. Good looking, healthy people? In cars? Nah, others may not get it.

*eye roll*

I looked at a group on Facebook, made by a few irritated Africans who were tired of being asked retarded questions. Here’s a sample:

  • “lol i managed to convince my entire high school that i had killed a lion – with my bare hands!in order to become a man!! i mean come onnnnn!!oh and apparently i learnt english in two weeks!and wait theres more…according to one clever girl theres a King of Africa!! Nelson Mandela apparently…”
  • “Please check out the ignorance that still resides in people’s mind about our wonderful CONTINENT. http://perezhilton.com/?p=5510#respond
  • “This is one question i get asked sometimes: so do you people have lions and tigers running around there? do you even have electricity? I just answer: Yes – I have a pet elephant that I use for transport..”
  • “The classic for me(it actually pissed me off) was during a uni lecture when my supposedly learned lecturer went on to talk about how things physically adapt to their environment, in this instance, how Africans have semi-webbed/claw-like feet because they climb trees and their feet need to be that way to be able to have a good grip of the tree trunks they climb. Shocking!!”

How did it come to this? It’s disgusting almost, how people can’t make an EFFORT to find out about things before they talk. Jay-Z actually said, when he came to Nigeria last year, that he was ‘impressed’. Oh, thanks Jay, what were you expecting exactly? Savannahs? Every time someone goes to Africa, everyone else thinks its ‘charity’ or ‘goodwill’. Yeah, there are just no VISITABLE places here, just hungry people to feed. Go you! Even CNN. They have shows for Asia, Europe, even the Middle East, showing lovely cultures and landscapes. Inside Africa? Friggin’ joke! The opening credits include a scary looking kid and wasteland, and the show NEVER focuses on positive things except the occasional artist.

I don’t want to get political. Or emotional. Or whatever. But I think it’s time we started trying to re-brand ourselves. At the same time, Geography should be taken more seriously by all those stupid foreigners. I don’t want to say white people, cos Black-Americans are equally guilty. Those are even worse. I’ve heard and read too much crap where a Black-American says stuff like, ‘I might not be so okay here, but at least I’m not starving in Africa’. WTF??? Your mates are over here driving Benz’s bro! GRRR.

And while we’re on it. Can someone PLEASE stop all these celebrities from joining this apparently trendy club called ‘I Helped an African’? I think it’s been added to a 12-step program or something cos APPARENTLY, it’s now a thing after you’ve been caught with your pants down to suddenly feel a need to ‘go to Africa and help someone’. WHATEVER. 75% of them do nothing but carry their paparazzi and hype over the Atlantic. FYI, it’s not cute, anymore. I, personally don’t want to hear that Paris Hilton might show up on my doorstep. You want to help? Get an atlas, and stop calling Africa like it’s a country. People go to France, Japan, Iraq. No-one ever says, ‘Person A touched down in Asia last night’. Yet it’s ALWAYS, ‘She went to Africa’. Get a clue.

If a celebrity wants to ‘help’, I really don’t care. But making a big deal of it, announcing it to anyone that will listen… It’s hypocritical and annoying.

I’m sorry if this post looks disjointed. I was just calling up the many offences as they came along in my head. And, it’s taken me too long to post this, so my anger has passed. For now.

For the Poor and Miserable. I Feel You.

niI rushed into the staff bus at about 7.45pm, grateful to have gotten the last seat, which was right next to the driver. The chair wasn’t horribly comfortable, and I knew it was only a matter of minutes before my butt began to protest, but at least it was on the only place in the over-crowded bus that didn’t require squeezing. My seat was quite interesting; I had a wide screen view of the road, which meant I could learn the route from VI to Anthony via Ojuelegba, which might be useful when I finally get a car (yay!). But till the bus moved at 8, I had to sit and wait, swatting at the invisible insects that were trying to do damage to my (sexy) legs.

That’s when I saw something that caught my attention. It wasn’t really out of the ordinary for a day in Lagos, but there was just something … oddly sad about it.

A girl, probably not more than 12 or 13, was quietly drifting around the car park, an almost-completely-empty tray of those boiled groundnuts on her head. She didn’t seem to be making too much of an effort to verbally advertise her wares. Instead, she just continued to move about… left to right… back and forth, silently observing the well-dressed men and women that were waiting for their buses to fill up and go. Each time a new person came into the park, she would move in that person’s direction, obviously in the hope that the person would see her and want to buy the last batch of her groudnuts. I felt like just buying the last of her goods, so she could go home.

I had a few thoughts just then. Why should someone so young be out this late? If she was as good as done selling, why didn’t she just go home? Did she really have to sell what was probably not more than N20 or N30’s worth of nuts before she could go home, after parading the streets all day?

It was depressing as I observed it then. This mostly invisible entity that is part of our daily lives. Really young children, up before dawn and up till the ungodly hours, selling and supporting their families. Most of the times, their parents alive and well. Just poor. Or lazy.

It irks me immensely when I see adults, especially beggars and hawkers, sending kids that are just about old enough to count to 100 to the streets and expressways, risking their lives, health and education while they sit nearby under some umbrella or something, watching; or in some cases, out of sight in the safety of their shops or homes.

I understand that poverty is rampant. So is ignorance. And such things make me realize that the government isn’t doing enough to outlaw child labor. Or poverty while we’re at it. The rich keep getting richer, charities are unheard of, and the lower class is suffering.

I mean, I don’t want to get political or anything, it’s something I strive to avoid on my blog… But this is an issue that’s close to my heart. I genuinely get MISERABLE when I see a certain set of people on the streets.

One time, I was on my way to Agbara (some people should try passing that route one day and see the state some people live in), and I got off one of my buses. It was late, and I was hurrying to find the next bus. That’s when I saw this woman, as I walked. She was kinda old, like 40-ish, very mother-y, but her clothes were dirty and she was sun-darkened and she just stood on the side of the road aside from the human traffic, and the look on her face broke my heart. She looked distraught… no, almost hopeless, for lack of better words, and she just stood there, appealing to every one that passed. She then made this gesture, putting her fingers together and pointing to her mouth, like she was hungry. I was suffering a bit myself, and had just about enough to get home, so I couldn’t indulge her. And as I continued to see her until I walked past I swear I felt this huge heaviness load up on me, and all kinds of thoughts rampaged me again. ‘She’s someone’s MOTHER’, ‘Imagine if that was YOUR mother’, ‘She looks so destitute’… It was a creepy moment, and it lasted for about 10 minutes after I saw her. All I could think of was, if only had a little more to help her out…

Same thing applies to some market women I see, selling little, cheap things like candles and stuff late at night, their candle-thingies shadowing their features, knowing full well that even if they sold all their stuff that night, it probably won’t keep them for 3 or 4 days.

Maybe I’m imagining it. Maybe I’m just so easily emotional about some things that I over-dramatize a situation in my head. But I know it isn’t. Hoprefully one day I’l be able to do a lot more about it.

On the flipside, there are some people that garner no sympathy at all:

We’re in a bus, and it stops at a junction to wait for opposing traffic. All of a sudden, I hear this man say: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I have come to appeal to you. I am hungry. And I want to eat. I am not asking for a car or a house, just N30 rice with N20 beans, with one piece of N20 fish, and a sachet of pure water. The woman that sells it is down the road. Look. It is not much.’ Because of my blind eye, it takes a moment to realize the guy is OUTSIDE the bus. When no-one answers, he says: ‘Is it because I am not claiming church? Look-‘ and he repeats his request again. He goes on demanding why we were ignoring him, that he’s not asking for much, and finally, out of frustration someone gives him N100, and it takes him a moment to boot, but he thanks us and goes off. After an odd silence, everyone starts laughing at the guy’s demanding audacity. Nigerians.

It’s The Lottery! Oh… Wait, Its The Bank

My sister and I were discussing (we’re in between fights) some of the recent embarrassing trends that seem to be plaguing Nigerian banks these days. As employees of a couple of these here institutions, we really can’t help but notice, be appalled and thus, wary that our own companies will also fall to the bait.

I mean, my hat off to the whole CBN policy and the re-capitalization crap, but while the possibility that the average person doesn’t have to fear his deposits won’t suddenly disappear with the failure of his bank is higher, I think there’s a certain lack of integrity in these banks’ methods.

Competition is good. It encourages all kinds of positive growth. I mean, in the past year alone, many, if not all the banks are now issuing credit cards, have tons of ATMs, and online banking, which for people like me that are too lazy too be in a banking hall but have too much online time on their hands, is a blessing.

But then there are the other methods they are using to get more deposits. The foolish ways they are choosing to COPY every other thing every other bank does, no matter how STUPID it is.

Peeve #1 – Singing in Adverts: All I can honestly say is, WTF? Songs??? I honestly can’t put on my finger on which bank started it, but easily the most irritating is probably Skye Banks jingle. The almost cruel re-working of what used to be a manageable (if not one of their best) Lighthouse Family song annoyed me every time I heard it for about 6 months. Then a few banks went down the African-ish jingle road. The most recent of that is FCMB (yes, I’m calling names). They managed to mix what at first sounded like an African remix of JT Money’s ‘Who Dat’ twanged with that children’s Sunday School song, ‘The More we are together’. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at that one. Luckily, I think my bank knows better. It’s cheesy and silly. This isn’t friggin Idols.

Peeve #2 – The Oddly Intricate Buildings: This is not so much a grab at potential clients than a somewhat need to look cool to the passer-by, I think. Everyone knows GTB. Everyone loves GTB’s buildings, which for lack of better words, are SEXY. Architectural works of art that are rare in Nigeria yet practical. They manage to look professional and cool. However, it seemed a few others wanted to make their own trademarked buildings. Sigh. Fair enough. But have you seen some of the new Bank PHB branches? What’s that big yellow thing for??? Why make a ridiculously fancy front wall, so that the other 3 walls will look miserable behind it? Skye, I’m looking at you! If you’re going to put shiny glass orb things on the front wall, then dammit, put it on the other three. Cos unless, your bank is at the very end of a closed street, people will STILL see the other walls!

Peeve #3 – The Hot Chicks Marketers: Ok, I feel a little bemused that I have become a statistic :). It seems to be a crime of mostly new-generation banks which understand the line ‘Sex Sells’. Quite literally. Gorgeous, well dressed, young women, and men now I think of it, sent out in fabulous company cars to go and appeal to big company execs to invest. I used to think people were exaggerating, but certain events in the past year or so, have led me to believe otherwise. The more money you bring in, the higher you get, faster. It’s embarrassing, really, and that’s one of the biggest signs that an industry has lost its integrity. It doesn’t matter what you studied, Accounting, Chemistry, Bio-Mechanical Physics. You’re eligible. That’s honestly why I left my other bank after 6 hours. About 40 corpers, and everyone of us was dumped in Marketing. I’m not that desperate for a job. I’ve got skills that are higher and deeper than parading the streets of Lagos looking for cash. No offence to dignified marketers out there. You’re job is hard enough, but it’s not for everybody, thus my irritation with banks. Not everyone can go and do it, but such is their desperation for money that they don’t care. They don’t care how you do it, just DO it. Instead of selling hot employees, sell great plans.

Peeve #4 – Those PROMOS: This is just the height right here. The first bank to do this was UBA I think. Ok, not a bad idea. Leave some amount of cash in your account, win something nice. Then another bank did it. Then another bank did it. Then even more. And I hid my head in SHAME. It suddenly became an issue of, JUST OPEN AN ACCOUNT, with as little as 10,000 and in some months, you qualify for the draw where you could probably win … a car. And that ladies and gentlemen, is the Act of Desperation. Bribing people to open accounts? Why?

Why can’t they do what other banks elsewhere do? I had reason to research some American, British and I think, South African banks recently, and the first thing that hit me on their websites was the way they tried to lure you with better interest rates, easier loans, greater credit packages, and the likes. Not, say, a brand new car for a minimal deposit. Or a house, if you saved 100,000 for a year.

The way we go about it here, the average person won’t really know or think that you should earn good interest rates on savings, be able to take loans (which is still a pipe-dream in Nigeria) that won’t leave you broke and miserable, get financial advice…

I think Charles Soludo should start taking a look at the ethics of the Banks. People aren’t gaining anything, yet they’re all busy declaring billion Naira profits and feeling sexy.

Training..Strikes…Pervs…

It’s been a bit. By my standards, anyway. The past few days have been spent at a sort-of impromptu Microsoft Sharepoint training. Which was actually going on during a nationwide strike. Yeah, Nigeria was on strike. Again. Because the price of fuel was increased. Again. It wasn’t so bad really, those 3 days were days of bliss. No-one was going to work, or anywhere for that matter, cos they thought it would be dangerous, (and also cos no-one had fuel). So, getting to work was a breeze. We went to one of our branches for the training, and everyone donned their jeans for a day of free food, funny anecdotes and oh yeah, “learning”.

Yeah, we learnt alright. Had this really nice trainer from South Africa, Johan. We learnt about his family, his love life, we learnt about our manager’s love life (très awkward), we discussed life in SA, life in Nigeria, money, fuel prices, marriage, kids, jobs, economies, weight, food, and occasionally we actually discussed Sharepoint.

It was a lot better than I expected. I was looking forward to six days of battling to stay awake and daydreaming while some dull guy rambled on and on.

Our co-trainer, a 30-something Nigerian, I followed him home on Friday. He’s a perv. It was our first conversation and he started going on about SA, and how he saw lesbians for the first time, and asking if I was a lesbian…wasn’t I curious, lesbians, lesbians, lesbians, homosexuals were sinful… but lesbians… then he moved on to 3-somes… It was one of those REALLY long rides home. I felt like jumping out the window.

We also tried out the new MS Office. Oh, it’s lovely. If you don’t have it, you should get it. I admit, I’m a sucker for pretty stuff, and this was pretty. 🙂 And because I can be a total idiot, I saved this entry in the new format and had to download a patch to open it on another system…

I was disappointed to realise the strike was over. It meant I had to actually get dressed for training this morning. AND, I have to get back to the office once it’s done. ‘Tis but a shame. I mean, it’s all good for the country that they came to a compromise and everything, but … you know where I’m coming from. Everyone else was chuffed, cos they were actually BORED. Ungrateful twats.

Africa & Celebrities

link –> spiked – Welcome to the People’s Republic of Bono * A Similar Article spiked – When Celebrities Rule the World

I liked these articles. It spoke my mind, in more ways than one. Why should some rock star be campaigning our cause more than us (because, believe it or NOT, there were actually AFRICAN leaders at the G8 summit)? More importantly, why should ANYONE be campaigning ANYTHING? As Africans, I’ve come to believe we are the victims of our own foolishness. There’s NOTHING stopping us form progressing but our greed, ignorance and absolute LAZINESS. People dying of hunger in some country? Maybe if the citizens would STOP fighting for power, they wouldn’t have that problem!
The only African countries that actually have actually progressed some are awash with white people! Are we, as blacks just doomed to self-destruction? Even the ones in other countries are usually trailed with issues. It’s sad, really. And not to sound negative, but I seriously never see Africa becoming like say, Asia. At least, not before the second coming of Jesus.

P.S. Words cannot even begin to describe my beef for Brangelina

Lagos Public Transport:

I’m a seasoned bus-hopper. Sad, but true. I don’t earn quite enough to enjoy a car, and even if i di, I just don’t have one.
I was sitting in a bus on Saturday evening, watching in amused disbelief as a middle-aged man and the conductor fought over a N50 change that was actually mine to have cos I was in the bus way before him. I got to thinking, the way I always do on buses, about how a country as big as Nigeria could have such a messed up transport system. And Lagos? Well, that’s another story, isn’t it? I’ve come to believe that if you can successfully commute in this city, you can commute ANYWHERE. Here’s the average day when I’m bussing back to Agbara for the weekend.

I usually travel light, maybe just a little bag to accompany my handbag, cos having to run after a moving bus with heavy load is too James Bond for me. I also wear little jewelry, especially on my ears because I have a morbid fear of someone pulling my earring through my already tender ear-holes. I NEVER travel in skirt for so many reasons, and wearing anything but comfy flats is an OYO situation. So, dressed for the occasion, I also strive to have the following:
1. A hanky, because unless it’s a very windy, cold day, sweating is a given. And coming into contact with another sweaty person is almost a pre-requisite for reaching your destination.
2. Change. Because as that song said, “If u no have change, u go marry una sef… “Usually, I attempt to have N200 notes or less. N1000 is just you attempting to piss both the conductor and yourself off.
3. Elbow grease.

Getting on a bus, especially in the night and early mornings, require a familiarity of the area, the kind of buses that come there and nature of the people already on the bus. For instance, small danfo buses never go to Obalende from Anthony. The few times I saw them, they were already filled up with mostly funny looking young guys. Stay away. I usually take off from VI, where I find a bus to CMS, but depending on something I’m not sure of, like maybe the angle of the sun as opposed to Mars or something, I could wait for years to find one. And when buses are scarce, like they are nowadays what with the whole fuel thing, it’s never pretty. In a nutshell, I strongly believe I’ve received permanent damage to my face from being elbowed on the cheek by a desperate bus-hopper. I’m usually more willing to stand and wait patiently for a reasonably empty bus than battle with ten people for 2 seats. Unless of course I’ve been there for 30 minutes, at which point I’m unabashedly VIOLENT.

CMS is something else. There’s always a straight bus to Iyana-Iba, which is like 3/4 of my journey, but it’s the bus I have a problem with. It’s all them bigger danfos that a man can stand in, but it’s not any wider, and we’re packed 5 on a row, sardine-style. Shoulder-to-shoulder, leg-to-leg, sweaty shirt-to-sweaty shirt… If you’re really having a bad day, the person next to you may have little children, or a serious case of body odour. A good seat in that kind of bus is one by the window, where you can stick your head out for fresh air when the bus isn’t moving. At the bus-stop though, I won’t suggest it, cos it’s like all the bus drivers EVER pee around there, and all you can think of is horrible air-borne diseases like tuberculosis. On a hot day, no, on a hot, really bad day, ur stuck between 2 people, ur sweating, THEY’re sweating, it stinks, and the driver is acting like a retard so you get to stew in your own filth for about 20 minutes. Once you DO get moving, however, you have to start collaborating and exercising your accounting skills so that everyone gets their change, including the wise-guy next to you that wants to pay with a N1000 note.

Sleeping in the bus is never advised for safety purposes but we’re all human, right? However, if you MUST nod, try to avoid sleeping on your sitting partner. On too many occasions I’ve had to twitch irritably or something of the same fashion because some person is nodding and falling on my shoulder… or lap…
This happens less often, but I tend to jam either perverts or stalkers. One particularly annoying night, some guy kept angling his hand towards my chest area. No matter how I shifted. Jerk. Stalkers are more annoying, especially if they’re heading for your stop.

Getting off the bus is another bonanza because Lagos bus-drivers really just never want to stop. Someone once gave me advice about it. He said, “get off running”. Truer words have never been said, thus the flat shoes and light luggage. Once I actually made the mistake of getting off a moving bus BACKWARDS. Luckily a good Samaritan was there to catch my fall.

You do that often enough, you’re almost willing to pay 200 bucks a litre, just to have a car. It’s one of those places where foreigners NEVER enter our public transport. It’s too much. Really.

Motherlan’

I made the mistake of Googling “Nigeria”, in my attempt to find some dude’s blog. I was ASHAMED to see the results. Most, no all the results were from other nationalities complaining about Nigerians, how they’re drug lords, or scam artists, and some said Nigerian students should just be banned from some countries for a few years.
It’s sad that we can’t use all the intelligence and effort to do something useful. Everyone’s so greedy, so cunning. People that can afford it, fly out all the time, see the order and civilty that’s going on elsewhere, and choose to come back and do nothing about it.
I mean, our Vice-President actually got on a plane cos he SPRAINED his knee. He never made any effort to boost the medical care in his own homeland, did he? Everyone in politics is falling over themselves, shooting themselves in the back, literally killin themselves so they can get a cushy post and assign themselves tons of money. Money they would use to send their children AROAD, as opposed to fixing things up. The wealthy ones simply go and situate themselves in the fanciest parts of the country and stay there.
I won’t act like it hasn’t bothered me.
I know someone, who has lived all his life on the island, and one day, had reason to see a really sad part of Lagos. What tripped me was his surprise. Here’s a dude, early twenties, who’s actually spent so much time living in a presentable area, he didn’t KNOW people lived like that a good 30 mins away from him.
I live at Agbara. Which means, if i was going home from work, I would move gradually from one of the finer parts of Lagos to a quite literally forgotten part of that same state. It’s ridiculous. It irritates me going from Ikoyi to Obalende or vise versa, cos the contrast is astounding. Obalende is HORRIBLE. There’s actually a canal filled with rubbish. WTF, people? But it doesn’t matter, because a few minutes away, are outrageuosly priced, lavish apartments with no view of the poverty for the rich and ostentatious.
It probably goes on in other countries. But that doesn’t make it any better.
This country in some ways, is going to the dogs. We have a lot of patriots in our generation, but until the current hoard of old-man, godfather politicians and socialites just DIE away, I think we’re screwed.

Another thing that has peeved me for years, ever since I was a kid, was how IGNORANT Western people are of Africans in general. It was once so bad, I considered forming an organisation when I was older devoted solely to educating people that we DO in fact live in houses, DRIVE on roads, and wear jeans. In this day and age, in this time of WWW, and global villages,, people still don’t know any better. It’s a stereotype that has outlived itself. It’s safe to say we are the most misunderstood lot in the world. And it’s time something’s done about it.