I’m I the only one experiencing this? I’m not getting the service I’m charged. My data charge is running yet my network isn’t working; going off/on but my device mobile connection is on. I can only have 1 call of 12 go through. @MTNNG@MTN180@NgComCommission
@gtbank_help@gtbank I recharged with your Mobile App twice and yet to be credited. Why this all the time. Don't I deserve value for my funds for once? @NgComCommission
A litre of fuel in Libya costs ₦32, while the minimum wage in the country is $208, which is roughly ₦276,000. In Saudi Arabia, a litre of fuel costs approximately ₦823, while the estimated monthly minimum wage is ₦1.4 million. Norway, another oil-producing country, provides its citizens with numerous benefits funded by the proceeds from its oil revenues. In Nigeria, however, the minimum wage is ₦70,000, while a litre of fuel costs between ₦1,300 and ₦1,900 in some places. That minimum wage amounts to a mere $52, a young chap flipping burgers at McDonald's in the US makes more than a Nigerian bank manager. Anyone earning ₦100,000 a month in Nigeria is still struggling to make ends meet and may be closer to the poverty line than their counterparts in these countries. But does the President care? How does he even sleep at night, knowing that millions of Nigerians are struggling to survive in a country blessed with abundant natural resources?
The Tale of Doing a Thing Because of What One Anticipate to Get.
In the city of Meridian, there once stood a great tower called the Hall of Government Outcomes. Its walls were lined with ledgers, its floors polished by the footsteps of ambitious men and women. ../2
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They had failed because too many had learned to do a thing not for the sake of the thing itself, but because of what they anticipated to get from it. And when the reward became the purpose, the work itself became optional.
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He looked at the ledgers filled with anticipated gains and the walls covered in names of those who had advanced by promising more than they delivered. He understood then what had happened.
The people of Meridian had not failed because they lacked skill or resources.
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appointments. Not one spoke of the cracked roads, the dishonest scales, or the poisoned water as things that needed to be *fixed*. They spoke of them only as obstacles to the next reward.
That night, Clerk Emeka walked through the empty Hall.
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The roads cracked. The markets grew clever in their dishonesty. The river darkened. The people of Meridian began to grumble, then to shout. When the Council of Ministers finally convened an emergency session, every official present spoke of budgets, titles, and future
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without submitting a proposal, without requesting recognition, without calculating the political return. The water ran clean. No plaque was raised. No bonus arrived. His superiors noted only that his name appeared on fewer reports than his peers.
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three new problems. Amina collected her reward and was promoted to oversee an even larger agency.
And there was young Clerk Emeka, who watched them all. He had once believed the Hall existed to produce results. He repaired a faulty water valve in the lower districts /..7
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that looked impressive in quarterly reports. Each regulation was designed to produce a measurable “win” that would unlock her performance bonus and strengthen her claim to a higher posting. Merchants found themselves tangled in new rules that solved nothing and created /..6
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He chose the cheapest materials. The bridge opened with fanfare. Within a year it sagged. When questions arose, Kwame had already moved on to a higher title.
There was Permanent Secretary Amina of the Ministry of Trade and Industry, who spent months crafting policies .../5
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They came because of what they anticipated to get.
There was Honourable Kwame, who proposed a new bridge not because the old one groaned under traffic, but because the project would carry his name on a bronze plaque and open a path to the Ministry of Works. ../4
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The Hall was meant to serve the people: to build roads that did not crack, to keep the markets honest, and to ensure that the river water remained clean. But over time, the Hall became something else.
People no longer came to the Hall to *do* the work. ../3