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I’m honestly just tired of this country ngl. Most of us are pushing 30, some are already 30.
8 years with Buhari, wasted
Tinubu has already wasted 3/4 years now and he still wants more.
Those years were really our prime years, most of us finished schools during those years hoping for a better future and country not knowing it’s this disaster that’s ahead.
We’ve never really known what it means to have a good president.
Now Tinubu wants to waste another 4 years and you people still want to allow him. Ahhhh
This is actually a brilliant observation that deserves a proper answer. You are not wrong about what you are seeing. But what you are describing is exactly how languages disappear without anyone noticing.
Adamawa alone has over 40 documented languages. Bura, Vere, Chamba, Gaanda, Lala, Bacchama, Bata, Marghi and more and no they are not variations as you pointed out.
But most of them are slowly being swallowed by Hausa and Fulani because those are the languages of trade, mobility and survival.
So yes, your Borno security guard speaks Shuwa Arabic and your Sokoto okada man speaks Hausa and they understand each other perfectly. That does not mean only one language exists. It means one language won the economic argument. This is what linguists call language assimilation. The dominant language does not erase the others overnight. It just makes them less useful for daily survival until the younger generation stops learning them entirely.
Now here are the facts. Ethnologue, which is the world's most authoritative database on languages, currently documents 520 living indigenous languages in Nigeria alone. Not dialects. Languages. Nigeria has also already lost 12 indigenous languages or more to extinction. Gone forever.
The Middle Belt is where this becomes undeniable. Plateau State alone has over 50 distinct languages. Keyword "Dinstinct".
Benue has Tiv, Idoma, Igede and more. Taraba has communities that cannot understand their neighbours two villages away without a translator. Your Yoruba example actually proves the point perfectly. The fact that a Yoruba person can move across the Southwest and be understood is evidence of one dominant language absorbing regional variations over centuries. That process happened. It is still happening everywhere else in Nigeria right now.
Now I am willing to bet you have never heard of Hyam, Ngas, Mwaghavul, Berom, Amo, Buji, Sura, Anaguta, or Irigwe from Plateau State. Or Kilba, Huba, Bura-Pabir, and Chibok from Borno. Or Mumuye, Jenjo, Yukuben, and Wurkum from Taraba. Or Tur, Nyandang, Kugama and Taram further into the riverine communities nobody talks about. Or what about Igala, Ebira, Bassange, Bassa-Nge, Kakanda and Oworo from Kogi alone. I have not even touched Rivers, Cross River, Bayelsa, Edo, Ondo, or Nasarawa yet. You want to know exactly where each of these is spoken? You will have to tour Nigeria for that. And I promise you, this country will humble you in ways no map ever could. The 500 languages are not cap. Most of them are just quietly dying (Bura has an estimated 11,000 speakers with most young Bura people now not able to speak the language) while we debate whether they exist. And that is the real conversation Nigeria should be having.
Google Maps cost killed my first startup
If your business is not making money in US dollars, then it doesn’t make sense to have the maps feature
We were spending more on the maps api than we we made from our food vendors
I totally understand and support Chowdecks decision 👍
Husband trying to console his wife after she lost all her savings to forex. Trading is not for the wèak, I’m not even sure the husband’s performance is getting to her at all😂💔 Wetin do her pass make person chop breakfast!
Please allow me to provide a slight different perspective. I don’t think the problem is ignorance, or lack of exposure. Let me begin with the ones on top.
Most of the people wrecking Nigeria, and many of the idiot aides defending them online, have travelled widely. Some shuttle in and out of London, Dubai, Paris, Berlin with enviable regularity. They know exactly what functional airports look like. They have used steady electricity. They have enjoyed public transport that works. They have tasted what it means to live in a place where the state does its basic job.
And yet they return home perfectly comfortable reproducing dysfunction.
Now this is the same with those at the bottom. Even for them the issue is not that they don’t know what a good country looks like. There is social media, or they have relatives who probably live abroad. They know it is possible. It is that many people, even poor people, but especially those close to power, are deeply uninterested in true equality, uninterested in reducing our violent hierarchies, uninterested in living in a society where there is no one beneath them. It sounds harsh but I really do think that even on a cultural level, Nigerians do not desire equality. They just don't want to be at the bottom of the ladder. But you see that ladder, too many people want, even need it. In Hausa we say, duniya kwandon dankali - Manya kan kanana -- the world, a basket of potatoes, the big ones piled on top of the small ones. (You know like how those people who sell tomatoes or potatoes on highways hide the small of bad tomatoes or tomatoes at the bottom of the basket🤣). We love that basket arrangement. We just don't want to be the rotten tomato or small potato at the bottom.
The middle class madam does not want to sit in the same train as her housemaid, even if she is happy to sit next to people she is richer than in public transport abroad. The junior political aide, who has narrowly escaped extreme poverty and begun to put on flesh since leaving his village to work for a politician, does not want shared amenities either. He wants to go back to the village and be bowed to. Be called oga. Have people kneel.
How many Nigerians genuinely want their children in the same schools as their drivers’ children? How many want to use the same hospitals as their gatekeepers as the women braiding their hair in the market? How many want public goods so good that private alternatives become unnecessary?
So airlifting everyone abroad, like the Devil took Jesus to a high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world, will not magically produce consensus for reform. Exposure alone does not create virtue.
What many people actually want is the ability to escape, not the obligation to fix. They want to travel abroad occasionally, take photos in Cape Town or Joburg or Seychelles, and return home to lord those images over people who cannot leave. Mobility becomes a status weapon. Dysfunction becomes useful.
I remember a moment in Kaduna that clarified this for me. NEPA took light. It was getting dark. A young girl shouted to their gateman: Maigadi, bambamta mu da saura!—“Gateman, distinguish us from the others.” She wanted the generator turned on. She was delighted at the idea of being the only house glowing on a pitch-dark street.
That sentence contains a political philosophy.
This is why Nigerian elites are comfortable building vulgar mansions surrounded by potholes, shanties, hunger, and decay. Wealth means nothing without visible poverty to frame it. Power requires contrast. Hierarchy needs spectators.
If everyone had access to dignity—reliable electricity, clean water, functional transport—how would big men be worshipped? How would pastors promise what governments should provide? How would politicians and traditional leaders maintain relevance? How would people (even average Nigerians) find poor people's children to turn into slaves, aka housemaids? How else would someone have the temerity to beat his chest and ask: do you know who I am?
So the problem is not that Nigerians don’t know better. Many know. They just don’t want a society where dignity is common. They want one where it is scarce—and personally controlled.
That is a harder problem than ignorance. And it cannot be solved by excursions.
That era when one NotJustOk post could change your career, one Linda Ikeji headline could finish your day, and BellaNaija could make your wedding trend nationwide.
The blogs built Nigeria’s internet culture. Simple.
The average Nigerian life exists in a state of decline, not bloom. The Alhaji, whom I once bought vintage glasses from at Lagos Island, went from selling in a library of glasses to trading a small stock in a portable show-glass and later, an old briefcase.
He couldn't afford the shop. He couldn't afford the merchandise. After a while, he left the spot entirely.
Some of those Ebonyi boys in Lagos have gone crazy with hustle. They go from selling phone accessories to socks and handkerchiefs to getting bread from supermarkets like Shoprite and Bokku and selling them on the street.
Nigerians get permanent deformities from small accidents because of a lifestyle, circumstance, and a system that prioritize staying alive over living. They survived—it's all that matters.
When I was in the bank, I discussed Hugh Mcculloch's ‘Advice for Bankers’ with one of the senior employees. Mr. Hugh Mcculloch was the Comptroller Of Currency, U.S Treasury, in 1863, when he laid out an Advice for Bankers, which would later become a set of principles for Modern Banking.
I told them that by those principles, a banker must be paid well and not get into petty loans—constantly. To prevent the likelihood of financial irresponsibility.
They mocked me lightly and said I should focus on meeting my weekly targets rather than talking like a professor. "All your generation talk about is money." "Hardwork and experience, first. The money will come." Yet, a senior staff projected that at least 60 per cent of Junior staff in the same Bank were debtors or microfinance banks and loan sharks. (He'd done an audit of such nature not long before I got employed.) He wasn't wrong.
There were stories of people, including my own friends, who got robbed of their laptops, tablets, and phones when they were either coming to work or going back home. The Company wouldn't compensate them. When they did, it was not sufficient. Yet, they came to work as early as 6am and sometimes left very late at night. Some still came to the office during the weekend.
One lady was in the middle of a professional exam, which she could barely afford when she was robbed. I remember she had once protested to her bosses for how inconsistent they were at providing hotel accommodation for their late night work. After she got robbed, some people blamed her for not being alert and careful. She was depressed but showed up as if all was well, so she wouldn't be the centre of attention.
Another one got into an accident but still came to work even as she had a bleeding scalp. She had a lot of hair, yet the bleeding was obvious. I asked why she didn't go straight to the hospital. She said “If I don't come to the office, they'll say I'm lying, and I can't risk it because of staff appraisal.”
When you ask these people to “Dare to dream," what are your expectations? Are they practical? Beyond the occasional moments of hope inspired by the worship songs they sing religiously, they have almost nothing. They just try to look presentable enough to show up daily—sleep deprived and desperate.
Their wages are divided between Loan App repayments, savings—which would later be consumed by bills—and expenses exhausted by social expectations that matter to them, such as outward adornment and career development. Life is terribly harsh and uncertain.
We must understand that people just want to work, pay their bills, and have enough time and vitality to tend to other things outside work. It's this simple. Can't regular people live a healthy life?