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For a while. I’ve stopped entering the new year thinking it’ll be the best. I just enter with a heavy sense of humility knowing it could go either way and life owes me nothing.
But I’ll put in my best and let God’s will be done
Following the action taken by the U.S. President @realDonaldTrump on October 31, 2025, designating Nigeria as a country of particular concern, the African Democratic Congress (ADC) wishes to respond as follows:
First, it was five naira that quietly vanished from our hands, slipped away without a goodbye. Then ten naira followed, joining that slow burial march into memory. Soon after, twenty naira joined the procession, then fifty, and now, a hundred naira has joined that mournful parade.
If you take buses often, you must have noticed it: drivers and conductors, connoisseurs of every denomination, now struggle to produce a single hundred-naira note. They rummage through crumpled bundles, plead with NURTW officials for change, or simply shrug with that infamous street OT that says, “Omo, nothing dey oh. Shey you no go fit free this one for us ehn, Omo Ologo?”
Some even attempt to dazzle you with their peculiar brand of Newtonian mathematics. They’ll hand you a thousand naira and proceed to lecture you: divide it by the sum total of your years on earth, add the one you spent in your mother’s womb, multiply it by the number of times you’ve said ‘Omo’, then subtract the times your primary five teacher called you olodo. Whatever remains, collect your change from there, or better still, share it with the unfortunate commuter beside you, who had been paired with you, against your will, of course, in your demand for your own money. By virtue of this forced pairing, that person becomes your newly appointed financial partner in Lagos arithmetic. You both laugh it off, or frown it off, depending on your moods, but deep down there’s an unease; a quiet knowing that this absurdity isn’t just Lagos being Lagos; it’s something deeper, something broken.
This silence, this slow disappearance of smaller denominations, says more than inflation charts ever could. It tells the story of a weakening economy—one where money no longer circulates because those denominations can no longer buy anything, can no longer serve their purpose in the exchange of goods and services. In a truly robust economy, five naira would still buy something, still hold dignity, still serve a function. But here, each note dies a quiet, unceremonious death, swallowed by rising prices, by neglect, by the everyday erosion of value.
And the tragedy is, it doesn’t stop. The same plague that devoured five, ten, twenty, and fifty has now sunk its teeth into a hundred. If we do not arrest this decay, the day will come when a hundred naira will be nothing more than nostalgia, a relic of what was once currency, now reduced to history.
If you are rich, help a man today. Men are going through so much struggles, help him fulfill his dreams. In helping men, you are raising future armies of gratitude, souls who will carry your kindness like a crown, and who will never forget you, no matter how high they rise.
Birthdays mean a lot to most people, but mean nothing to me. The last birthday I celebrated was by force by some of my friends when I just got to Ghana. It was for themselves and my numerous female friends at the time. They needed an excuse to party and they did so on my dime.
After the drama of that birthday, I officially retired from celebrating it. I am always very sober on that day as it means that I am growing older and getting closer to the end of my time here. I celebrate each day and not just the day I was born. My family members understand and don't bother me much on that day.
It is a big deal for others. My wife had multiple celebrations done for her by her colleagues while she was on a work trip a couple of months ago. I did a party for her last year and her brothers surprised her with a visit. Birthdays are great for showing that you appreciate people who love to be appreciated on that day but it is not enough.
I forgot my mother's birthday once and she spiralled because of it. I never made that mistake again as I later understood why it was important for me of all people to make the effort to make her feel special on that day. She suffered a lot before I was born and afterwards. She had to kneel during mass outside the church for 5 months while pregnant.
Women are not thr only ones who make birthdays a big deal, I have friends who want you to call them at midnight on their birthdays. They truly see the age milestone as an achievement. I do not. I prefer everyday appreciation to performative ones.
It is funny that my wife and friends have given me a lot more for my birthdays and more than I have given them, but my performance on their birthdays are what they appreciate. My kids are getting used to not making a fuss on their birthdays after we went all out the first few years. It used to be a tradition for my wife an I to decorate the house before each child's birthday. We stopped that now.
They just go out and hang out with their friends for lunch or at an amusement center. I learn a lot from the way they handle their birthdays these days without fuss. Maybe they will be the generation that treasures just hanging around and enjoying relationships on that day instead of big performative gestures.
It is not my birthday today but I feel like making some roasted ribs and corn on the cob. Let me go and do that.