I have been thinking about something lately, and the more I think about it, the more disturbing it becomes.
A lot of Nigerians became poor without doing anything wrong.
They didn’t stop working. They didn’t become lazy. They didn’t suddenly become irresponsible.
They simply woke up one day and realised that the money they had worked for could no longer buy the things it used to buy.
Think about someone earning ₦100,000 a month.
The person still wakes up early every morning, goes to work, puts in the same hours, probably works even harder, gets promoted occasionally and does everything society says a responsible person should do.
Yet every year, that person seems to be able to afford less.
At some point, ₦50,000 could buy a reasonable amount of food for the house. Today, you can enter the market with the same ₦50,000 and genuinely wonder where the money went.
Nothing happened to you.
The economy happened to you.
And I think this is something we don’t talk about enough.
Imagine working hard for years, only for circumstances completely outside your control to quietly reduce the value of everything you have worked for.
You didn’t lose your job.
You didn’t lose your salary.
But somehow, you lost your standard of living.
That is poverty too.
And this is why I struggle with the way we sometimes discuss palliatives.
Of course, when people are hungry, you must find ways to help them immediately. There is nothing wrong with providing temporary relief.
But surely, the bigger question should be:
Why did millions of working Nigerians suddenly need palliatives in the first place?
If a man could comfortably buy a bag of rice from his salary a few years ago and today he needs government assistance to buy that same bag of rice, giving him rice may solve today’s hunger.
But it has not solved the actual problem.
The real problem is that his labour has lost value.
And perhaps that is what we should be obsessed with fixing.
How do we make the Nigerian worker’s income valuable again?
How do we make ₦100,000 buy more next year, rather than less?
How do we make food cheaper by producing more?
How do we reduce the cost of energy and transportation?
How do we build an economy where salaries can actually keep up with the cost of living?
Because when I think deeply about it, perhaps one of the greatest things a government can do for its people is not to keep giving them money.
It is to build an economy where the money they earn has value.
There is dignity in being able to take care of yourself from the product of your own labour.
There is dignity in a teacher being able to feed a family from teaching.
There is dignity in a nurse being able to pay rent from nursing.
There is dignity in a young person working an honest job and gradually seeing life improve.
People should be able to look back after five years of hard work and say, “My life has become better.”
Not, “I earn more money today, but somehow I can afford less.”
That is the part that keeps bothering me.
Millions of Nigerians are not asking to become millionaires overnight.
They just want hard work to make sense again.
And maybe that should be one of the simplest ways we measure whether our economy is actually working:
Is the ordinary Nigerian who works hard becoming progressively better off, or progressively poorer?
Everything else is secondary.
A couple of years ago, I decided to stop giving.
Why?
I had received an urgent call from a supposed friend who needed money for a surgery.
At least, that's what I was told.
What happened next changed the way I viewed generosity for a long time.
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Are you aware that 176 kidnapped victims from Woro community in Kwara state are still in the terrorist den since 3rd February?
The victims are infants, toddlers, pregnant women, nursing mothers, children, women & men.
Today, I saw a video I cannot forget.
A mother lay dead. Her baby was still strapped to her back, crying for a mother who would never answer again. Is that our new normal?
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
The Nigerian Government is doing nothing.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
46 children are in terrorists den.
The Nigerian Government is doing nothing.
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I was 21. NYSC posting: a village clinic in Osun. No light. No water. Just me, a matron in her 60s, and women who walked 3 hours for antenatal.
Day 1, a 16 year old girl came in bleeding and pregnant. Her 40-year old husband said, “It’s normal. First baby always hard.”
Matron took one look at me and said, “Corper, you go learn today.”
We had no ultrasound or blood bank. Just gloves, faith, and a torchlight I held with my mouth while Matron’s hands disappeared inside that child.
For 6 hours we fought. The girl was slipping. Matron prayed in Igala and English. I cried, thinking, “This is why I wanted to japa.” 😂
Then the baby’s cry came; a small, angry boy, alive. The 14-year-old whispered, “Aunty, thank you for not running.” 😭
Covered in blood and sweat, Matron said: “You think this work na for money? This work na for the girls who don’t know their own worth yet. You stay. You fight. You stubborn. Because if we no stubborn, who go be stubborn for them?”
That was 5 years ago.
Today I’m a doctor in Lagos with a clinic in Abule Egba. Every girl who comes in with “normal period pain” that’s been killing her for years reminds me of that torchlight and Matron’s hands. I get stubborn.
I’ve diagnosed 47 cases of advanced PID this year, done 12 fibroid surgeries, and caught 3 girls early before their wombs got damaged.
Ladies, my message is simple:
1. “Normal” pain that stops your school, work, or life? It’s NOT normal.
2. Your body is not “village people.” It’s biology. Test it. Scan it. Know it.
3. Be stubborn about your health. The world will call you dramatic. Be dramatic and alive.
That matron died 2 years ago, but her stubbornness lives in every girl I refuse to let die quietly.
@Only1Etubo This was me and my daughter last night
She said the tooth fairy wasn't real but checked her pillow in the middle of the night to see if the fairy had visited
Dear woman, cohabitation does not favour you in any way
You get the shorter end of the stick always
My parents have been married for over 30 years and they are still learning each other.
People are still constantly evolving and there is no such thing as getting to know someone before you marry them.
Even that person does not know who exactly they would be in 20 years. Marriage is about knowing the basics and who has the same fundamental values as you and trusting God and taking that leap
So all these things they say about knowing who you can live with and all that is rubbish.
It’s all a ploy to get benefits of marriage without actually committing to you
You’re not a car to be test run.
Any man that cannot respect you enough to do the needful and make an honest woman out of you does not deserve you.
You’re a person with intrinsic value that matured and grows and evolves over time and marriage is about learning each other, accepting and adjusting as you both grow.
A man puts you in a house that’s most likely his, so you don’t grow and have you own stuff, you’ll be there mostly likely cooking and cleaning and doing wifely duties, some will even get pregnant and have children,
and tomorrow he can wake up and decide that you’re not compatible.
You better wise up.
Spiritual warfare 101 - No matter how overwhelmed you “feel” inside, never show the devil. You see, the devil is NOT Omniscient, so he does not know all things. The things he knows about us are things said and spoken of us. Or the things we let out from our mouths ourselves or by our reactions and actions. So while you may be overwhelmed in your soul, the way he gets to know is from your reaction. And because he is a wicked and oppressive entity, when he knows where it hurts, he robs it in the more.
But responding in praise confounds him. This is exactly the rationale behind the idea that praise confuses the enemy. Because he can’t understand why his onslaught is not causing you to give up and give in.
So beloved saints of God, regardless how you feel right now, find a way to release your praise !
“14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.”
Psalm 71:14.
You are BLESSED 🙂