One of the easiest ways to identify "rich" Nigerians who are yet to move beyond survival mode and defeat the poverty that lives rent-free inside their minds is that they do not understand the value of things, but they are hyperresponsive to branding and price tags.
They do not understand precisely where a Tesla is meant to be used and for what, or how vastly impractical it is to run an electric vehicle in an environment where you charge it with a diesel generator, roads are not properly marked (making assisted driving impossible), and the 50⁰C+ ambient temperature in Lagos traffic potentially turns that huge lithium-ion battery into a giant explosive fire hazard.
They either don't know any of this or don't care - because the real purpose of driving that Tesla in Lagos is to show off a giant payment receipt on 4 wheels. Thus the Model S used very commonly to do Uber in London becomes a status symbol for the "rich-poor" in Lagos, complete with vanity license plates saying "FUEL LOL."
They are the ones who upload the receipts for their overpriced watches and jewellery on Instagram because it is not enough that you merely see that they have "nice" things - you must know *how much* they paid for them. Because the usefulness of the "nice" things is not in the value those things create, but in the price itself. Money is what gives things value to these types, which is why they cheerfully and regularly overpay for everything under the sun - as long as the world knows how much they paid.
That's why they all buy the same impractical, unserviceable cars that they eventually put into storage to gather dust after driving for 6 months; they all try to fuck the same 10 instagram whores in a country with at least 100 million eligible women; and they all live in the same smelly, waterlogged, gigantically overpriced neighbourhoods within a few hundred metres of each other.
They're the ones who proudly and joyfully announce that they paid N6 billion for a "luxury mansion in Ikoyi" that has a diesel generator, an underground shit storage tank, a rudimentary access road surfaced with interlocking paving stones, a constant flooding problem, a huge tree trunk planted into the pavement to hold a mess of ugly electricity wires, and a permanent bad smell from an empty plot of land next door filled with refuse and mosquito-laden stagnant water.
If this description fits you, please avoid me. For your own good.
The typical middle class Nigerian, is already convinced he/she is "inferior" to other races.
So whatever little reading they do is focused on materials that reinforce that inferiority complex.
(You won't catch them reading Malcolm X or Marcus Garvey).