A friend gave me a gig to teach in a summer school at Chrisland School, VGC, Lagos.
Despite all the culture shock I experienced from day one, I didn’t panic. On this particular day, as I was rounding up my class, a staff member came in and announced that it was time for the kids’ swimming session. These kids didn’t even wait for me to finish or dismiss them, they just started leaving!
As I packed my stuff, still processing another culture shock and thinking quietly to myself, “How dare these small children leave before I say class is over?” The next thing that happened humbled me real hard.
A female pupil (maybe around 8–11 years old), who was on her way to the swimming hall, walked up to me with two of her classmates and asked, “Where did you park your car?”
In confusion, I looked back hoping she was talking to someone else, but sadly, I was the only adult in the hallway. I turned again, praying she’d walked away, but there she was still standing there with a straight face, waiting for an answer.
Faking a smile, I replied in a shaky voice, “I don’t have a car.”
Looking surprised, she asked, “Why don’t you have a car?”
At that point, honestly, I wished rapture would just happen and take me away. I laughed awkwardly and said, “Nothing, I just don’t have a car.” She laughed and said, “That’s weird, my cousin has a car and he’s just 17.” Then she walked away giggling with her friends.
I stood there, humbled and still in shock. I brought out my phone, pretending to want to make a call (I would call a car dealer at that moment if I had the money) but I was really just waiting for them to enter the swimming hall before I left. Because if that girl saw me again or asked one more question, I might’ve burst into tears. 😭
On my way to the VGC bus stop, I kept replaying the entire conversation in my head. When I boarded the bus, both the bus, the driver, the conductor and even the passengers were just vexing me. The same bus I used to enter with pride now triggered deep reflection.
Throughout my journey back to Mushin, I was quiet, humble, and questioning my life choices.
In the end, I consoled myself with the saying, “All fingers are not equal,” but deep down, I agreed with her, it was indeed weird that I didn’t have a car at that time. 🚶🏾♂️😂
Imagine this highline in the Premier where almost every team has quick, intense and powerful forwards.
Imagine Bournemouth facing this highline in a midday Saturday afternoon game. 🤔
Not like I needed convincing before but yesterday’s match showed why our replacement for Lewandowski has to be a new striker and not Ferran.
I think Ferran is a great player to have but I don’t think he can lead our lines like Lewa.
The difference asides the call was obvious.
Yeah basically was telling a friend this.
What about have bastard money elsewhere too and see?
Anyway, a lot of people like the privilege dysfunction grants them in Naija like being able to hire Mopol and use koboko to wipe other civilians off the road.
Fully convinced people who say 'if you have bastard money, Nigeria is the best place to live' haven't seen places where the super wealthy live and actually enjoy their money. Nigeria una
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron’s cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.” - CS Lewis.
Once again, there are barely enough positives to justify AI being able to create live like videos.
History and everything will become distorted and nothing can be confirmed as the truth anymore.
We've now reached the threshold where even discerning people cannot tell the difference between reality and Ai without watermarks. Not every video shows clues.
“My domestic staff are not allowed to send money back home to their families if they want to keep working for me”. Woman says.
What are your thoughts on this?
Regardless of how high our high line is , there are still a lot of things I can’t understand about the way we go about it.
One is that all our defenders are usually having a small width and shifted towards a side meaning the opposing attacker is left alone on the other side.