Nigeria is a reflection of the people in it.
Someone shot his shot at Victor Osimhen for a jersey and even tagged a vendor.
Osimhen saw it and said he’d personally send one.
Then told the vendor to add 15 more jerseys for others.
-That’s where it got interesting.-
Immediately money entered, the story changed.
The vendor suddenly said Osimhen told him to share it himself.
He claimed he had already picked 15 people.
—Then it got worse— He called the same person who brought him the business a scam.
From there, he tried to “negotiate”: 7 for the guy, 8 for himself.
Greed, plain and simple.
The guy refused and asked for all 15 jerseys as instructed.
—Next thing—
The vendor switched again. Said the post was “stolen” and brought another person to justify it.
—Now here’s the real problem—
Instead of people calling out the wrong, they started defending it.
“Make una settle.” “Na just jersey.” “Let it go.”
- Someone even offered to pay extra, rewarding bad behavior.
And that’s when it becomes clear:
We are not different from the people we complain about in power.
—This is how it starts—
small compromise, small dishonesty, small defense of wrong.
Nigeria didn’t just become this way overnight.
We built it, little by little, with everyday actions like this.
Truth is, many people are only “good” because they’ve not had the opportunity to do worse.
One day, we will have an honest conversation about the double standards on this TL.
One day.
You can't imagine the high level of sexual abuses and exploitation that is going on in every corners of our society and yet nobody wants to talk about that; rather they're relying on Simie old tweets against her to dragg her down and silence her voice.
• You see many girls can't get job in this country without compromising sexually.
• Many girls can't get good grades in school without compromising sexually to their lecturers and dean of studies.
• Many girls can't even get promotions in their places of work without been exploited sexually.
• Many girls can't engage in politics or do well in the music industry without been exploited sexually.
Till when do we continue like this?
@elonmusk Keeping Earth livable costs far less than building a city where humans cannot survive naturally.
One is maintenance.
The other is permanent life support.
A Toxicologist that operates a snake farm which harbours 4,700,000 snakes in Nasarawa State was in Brekete Family Radio this morning.
He provided the following information on the things that attract snakes to the house are:
1) Egg shells can attract snakes 15 kilometers away.
2) Chickens
3) Rats
4) Frogs
And whatever it can swallow.
All snakes are poisonous except python.
But the speed of the circulation and strength of the poison differ.
Tying a bandage or tourniquet around snake bite causes swelling and can paralyze the part of the body bitten by the snake.
Trekking after a snake bite increases the rate/speed of circulation of the poison which can result to death.
Drinking cold water from the fridge slows down the flow of the poison.
Being calm and reducing movement helps.
Chewing pawpaw leaf and swallowing the liquid stops the flow of snake poison till treatment is received.
If a snake spits its deadly venom into the eye, it can be treated if the victim seeks help on time.
But if the venom enters the nose, the victim can die in a matter of minutes.
But more dangerous than snake is wall Gecko. It is deadlier than snake.
If it leaks a tooth brush and someone uses the brush to clean teeth without washing it first, the person will die.
The shit can kill. So cover your pot and water containers.
Forward to help other people.
Do Have A Refreshing Weekend!
One of the many insults Africans endure in foreign lands is provocatíve generalisation.
I encountered it during a lecture.
The topic was dietary assessment.
The lecturer, a Japanese, was explaining how different populations are assessed, how data is collected.
Pictorial slides of different methods across countries appeared on the screen.
They were super clean; bright kitchens with well lit dining tables. Plates arranged neatly, portions measured with clean, washed hands.
Then the next slide came up:
Children with dark skin adorned in dirty torn clothes, bare feet on muddy ground. A dirty and unwashed hand measuring food with Plates that looked like they hadn’t seen soap in days.
Nothing in the picture was allowed dignity.
This, we were meant to understand, was Africa.
I looked around in shock and everyone was nodding and writing down heaven knows what.
The lecturer continued speaking. She talked about challenges, limitations, developing regions.
But the slide remained.
I raised my hand and asked if I could make an addition. She nodded.
I cleared my throat ceremoniously and began, ‘This slide here is misleading. Africa is not a place of dirt and neglect. One image cannot define an entire continent.’
I saw the surprise on their faces but I continued on the spree.
I talked about urban Africa. Middle class households. Supermarkets. Standardised dietary tools. Public health surveys that look nothing like that image.
I asked why deprivation was the default visual language. Why dirt had to explain Africa. Why complexity was ignored.
The lecturer nodded and said it was just an example, and that the intention wasn’t offensive.
She changed the slide immediately and the lecture moved on.
We had a presentation coming up the following week. I had spent hours preparing slides and notes.
On the day of the presentation, each student came up, spoke, and at the end received polite and hearty accolades.
It was my turn.
I hurried through the main points.
I didn’t linger on what everyone expected. Then I came to the slide I had saved for last.
I asked the lecturer to please zoom it. She did and the picture filled the screen.
It was unpleasant. A neglected urban area in Japan, where the lecturer came from.
Broken pavements. Graffiti everywhere. Garbage piling on the sides. A few children standing around, scruffy and unkempt. A woman sitting near what looked like an overflowing bin.
I let the image settle for a moment.
‘This,’ I said, ‘is how Asia in all its glory looks. It is a perfect example of public service neglect.’
I paused to measure the look on her face. And yes, it was exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I continued.
‘You’ll notice the dirt. The disorder. The environment left to itself. The people living in it. It has become a way of life in Asia.’
And with that, my presentation came to a conclusion. I walked briskly back to my seat.
No applause came. Not like the others received. And that was fine.
Because this wasn’t about praise.
It was about making the point sink.
Chukwuemeka Onyemachi.
@DanielRegha@yabaleftonline Not a maid, it's a cleaner that is paid to do his job, it's a choice to give the garri or not.
If you refuse, it doesn't make you a bad person either
Make una no dey blackmail person abeg, he is being paid fgs.
It's a personal choice to give him anything extra than payment.
Happy to be in the village for Xmas. And a nice surprise to join HE Governor Alex Otti to commission the first set of electric buses for Abia State. Abia is working hard to go Green and contribute to lowering Green house gas emissions in its urban centers! Congratulations to Gov Otti and his team!
@Dapsijaiye@RealAdeshina Must Adeleke perform? There's no time for all that, please. Everyone's shouting "disrespectful", If the tables were turned, will anyone shout?
@honest30bgfan_ Nigerians and copy copy dey piss me off. I have no issue if you did this when he was bullying Nigerians in Nigeria. But to begin to do things like this when Americans start it is giving inferiority complex unless approved or started by the west.
@honest30bgfan_ Let’s be honest, you lost someone and the only place you could go to grief was a concert. Depression doesn’t go away when you attend concert, that can be a temporary relief but the underlying issue needs to be resolved.