Some arrive with loud accents,
some with silent wounds.
Some cross oceans with passports,
others cross sorrow without a map.
We build fences around language,
around skin, around names,
forgetting that even the wind
belongs to no nation.
The child born in one land
may die in another.
The rich man with ten houses
still sleeps on borrowed earth.
History itself is migration.
Bloodlines are footsteps.
Every civilization was once a stranger
knocking on someone else’s door.
Yet we walk proudly,
calling others outsiders,
as though permanence was promised to us,
as though dust had citizenship.
In the end,
the soil receives us equally.
No border follows the dead.
No anthem is sung beneath the grave.
Perhaps humanity begins
the moment we understand this:
that all of us are temporary travelers,
wearing different languages
under the same fragile sky,
And that we are all foreigners in this world.
No dey shame for tears at all, because tears dey show say you get the greatest courage, the courage to suffer.
Tears na sign of real strength, no be weakness.
Nigerians are not wicked people.
They are tired people, pressured people, disappointed people, people who have watched honesty fail while shortcuts prosper.
But that is exactly why orientation matters.
If suffering teaches us to become corrupt, then the system has won twice.
First, it made life hard.
Then it made us lose our values.
A better Nigeria will not come only when leaders change. It will come when ordinary people also refuse to let hardship turn them into the same thing they complain about.
Nigerians are not wicked people.
They are tired people, pressured people, disappointed people, people who have watched honesty fail while shortcuts prosper.
But that is exactly why orientation matters.
If suffering teaches us to become corrupt, then the system has won twice.
First, it made life hard.
Then it made us lose our values.
A better Nigeria will not come only when leaders change. It will come when ordinary people also refuse to let hardship turn them into the same thing they complain about.
Beautiful Morning to you Fam❤️
May this new day bring you peace where there is worry, strength where there is weakness, and favor where there are closed doors🙏
Blackouts again?
To the average Nigerian sitting in darkness, there is no real difference between “system disturbance,” “grid collapse,” or “grid failure.”
When the light goes off, the grammar does not matter. Homes go dark. Businesses suffer. Hospitals struggle. Students cannot study. Families return to fuel, generators, heat, noise and frustration.
At a time when the world is discussing artificial intelligence taking over jobs, Nigeria may be strangely safe from that threat, not because we are prepared, but because we do not even have enough stable jobs for AI to take, and even AI cannot function properly in a country that cannot guarantee electricity.
Worse still, in a country where insecurity is already frightening, darkness makes citizens more vulnerable and gives criminals, kidnappers and marauders more room to carry out their barbaric acts.
The average Nigerian is not asking for luxury. Many are only holding on to their lives, and even that life is being made unbearable by hunger, insecurity, bad roads, poor power supply and failed leadership.
If nothing else unites us, the commonality of our suffering should.
We may not share the same tribe, religion, party or class, but we share the same darkness, the same fear, the same hardship, and the same broken system.
For the best interest of Nigeria, we must begin to think as citizens first. Not as party defenders. Not as tribal loyalists. Not as religious camps.
A country where people suffer separately will continue to fail collectively.
@Deji21_04 I've take a glimpse at it, and it's not far from what we know, illiteracy and poverty being the main cause. So why are the government not tackling these? Even if the whole bandits are blasted out tomorrow, if the root cause is not fixed, there will be new groups.
Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you suppose to.
— Susan Cain (my Pidgin version)
This one sweet! No dey force yourself do wetin no dey sweet you for free time.
How you dey spend your own free time?
Blackouts again?
To the average Nigerian sitting in darkness, there is no real difference between “system disturbance,” “grid collapse,” or “grid failure.”
When the light goes off, the grammar does not matter. Homes go dark. Businesses suffer. Hospitals struggle. Students cannot study. Families return to fuel, generators, heat, noise and frustration.
At a time when the world is discussing artificial intelligence taking over jobs, Nigeria may be strangely safe from that threat, not because we are prepared, but because we do not even have enough stable jobs for AI to take, and even AI cannot function properly in a country that cannot guarantee electricity.
Worse still, in a country where insecurity is already frightening, darkness makes citizens more vulnerable and gives criminals, kidnappers and marauders more room to carry out their barbaric acts.
The average Nigerian is not asking for luxury. Many are only holding on to their lives, and even that life is being made unbearable by hunger, insecurity, bad roads, poor power supply and failed leadership.
If nothing else unites us, the commonality of our suffering should.
We may not share the same tribe, religion, party or class, but we share the same darkness, the same fear, the same hardship, and the same broken system.
For the best interest of Nigeria, we must begin to think as citizens first. Not as party defenders. Not as tribal loyalists. Not as religious camps.
A country where people suffer separately will continue to fail collectively.
A new Nigeria cannot be built with the same old culture of hijacking structures, imposing candidates and rewarding political manipulation.
If a movement claims to represent the people, then its internal democracy must be cleaner than the system it wants to replace, this is not very different from the ADC.
You cannot fight corruption outside while tolerating injustice inside!