“A church member deceived me that I should bring my passport that he wanted to help me with dubai visa, he took my passport and I didn’t see him again for 6 years”
- a popular pastor in SW recount how a church member deceived him and ran away with his passport
Omo people mad gan o
You no go understand. My phone spoil during covid. As I send am go Lagos for repair na him dem announce lockdown. So I use tanasobe throughout the period.
I know when Ajilete FM and OSBC Dey open and close. I memorize Osun, Oyo, and Ogbomoso anthem.
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Without trying to be funny, the Nigerian dream is to game the system to achieve a life free from want, worry, and the pressures of responsibility.
It is about making money without effort and getting things for free without working for them. This is why you see people who travel to places with plenty of opportunity to achieve things with hard work still being caught up in crime and fraud.
One could argue that it is the same for all humans, but in Nigeria, it is cultural. We praise and worship those whom we think achieved this by being "smart" and not those who did it through hard work and sheer effort.
Even when we discover that people are rich, we never think it is from effort; it is likely because they gamed the system. The Nigerian dream is to game the system and do nothing. That is why corruption and fraud are commonplace.
It never used to be like this, and not all Nigerians currently think this way, but a majority now do, thanks to the madness Nollywood has infected the society with, in the name of entertainment. Now, we are too far gone.
I still remember the year my brother got chicken pox 😭😭😭. First person in the family to ever have it and of course it decided to happen during Christmas.
On Christmas morning my mum announced that he would stay home while the rest of us went to church because “you cannot go and spread chicken pox to people on Jesus’ birthday.”
This boy said over his dead body 😭😭😭. He had already planned his Christmas outfit for weeks.
Next thing we saw was him dressed fully in his Christmas clothes but looking like a powdered doughnut because his entire body was soaked in calamine lotion. Face. Neck. Hands. Legs. Even his ears were white.
The funniest part was that he was behaving like nothing was wrong with him. Confidence of a man that pays rent.
The night before, he had already terrorised everybody in the house walking around in white nightwear covered in calamine lotion like one village ghost that escaped deliverance service. None of us could sleep peacefully.
Anyway na so this boy follow us go church 😭. My sisters and I kept distancing ourselves because shame wan finish us. If we shifted left, he shifted left too. If we moved to another pew, he followed.
Every few minutes he would happily run towards us yelling, “I got Christmas money!” Then he would stretch out his small calamine-covered hands to show us one rumpled ₦20 note somebody’s aunty gave him 😭😭😭.
Family friends and relatives were still hugging him and blessing him while we were internally preparing to catch chicken pox by New Year.
To make matters worse, this boy was SO happy throughout service. Scratching himself with joy and singing Christmas hymns with passion.
Honestly Nigerian children used to survive purely on stubbornness and vibes.