An untarred road in Nigeria

The Epiphany Of The Country I Live – Nigeria.

Have you ever tasted ewuro?
It’s a vegetable with many health benefits. But, very bitter! Especially when eaten raw. The vegetable gives the taste buds a very bitter one. The good thing is, it’s just for a while.
I guess humans eat this vegetable because there’s the relief that after a while, the taste becomes pleasant and that it’s beneficial to our health.
That’s how I feel about my country, Nigeria. I believe that no good thing comes on a platter, just like I think this sour country will someday turn sweet.
Born in the mid-’90s, I had no experience of the war the country has faced. I had a peep through the civil war in one of Adichie’s vividly portrayed book, Half of a Yellow Sun. And boyy, Need I say war is gruesome.
Despite the civil war happening about 50 years ago, we still manage to keep the telltale of the conflict. You hear parents warn their children against inter-tribal marriage.
The part that each tribe in Nigeria barely tolerate each other is still evident in the fact that each tribe still wants to secede.
Isn’t our diversity of tribes and culture supposed to be one of our biggest strengths?
Perhaps, we should feel lucky that we’re one, and what a tribe lacks, the other tribe has it in surplus.

The anthem about Education being the key to success has been ongoing since ever, every year, about 500,000 youths graduate with the key, but most are yet to find the door. Perhaps, it’s ideal for redefining the key and the door it opens in the country I live in.
Hence, some youths take up illegitimate businesses and make millions through this. While some work genuinely hard, and tiny percent become successful through continuous dedication and struggle.
Do you know what happens next? The well to do youths, either those who built their empire through sweat or illegitimate businesses, are sometimes labeled the same – by some uniformed men who collect bribes from everyone and anyone.

I find it sometimes embarrassing that Nigeria has about 22 million non-disabled beggars roaming on the street.
Do you want to hear the funny part?
Some of these ‘fine baras’ (beggars) are literate. The excuse is that there is no work in the country. It gets annoying when you hear this, especially when you also do not have a government-paid job but hustle through other options in a legit way.
Sometimes, the beggars are more prosperous than those on a shirt, trousers, and tie. The money most of the people who work from 9 am – 5 pm earn are exhausted on never-ending expenses.

If we say that things in this country became worse during recent times, we’re merely hypocritical. I mean, things have always been wrong in the country I live in. If things are left undone for a long while, its state will only deteriorate.
You know the popular definition of democracy, the one we chanted, by Abraham Lincoln, as “democracy is the government of the people, by the people and for the people” comes to play here.
The Government in my country isn’t entirely for or by the people; the people in the Government have taken a large percentage of it.
The minimum wage of workers in Nigeria is thirty thousand nairas (30,000). Thirty thousand naira could barely feed a family of three, not to mention the other necessary expenses, such as educating a child.
It’s pathetic that some of those people sitting in the parliament in my country are gold diggers.
The bitter truth is, the members of the parliament aren’t entirely the same. We have some members of this parliament who are working for a better Nigeria. However, we can only achieve this when the black sheep have been identified and evacuated from posts.
It is also pathetic to note that some citizens of the country aren’t exactly helping matters. A lot of youths have become hoodlums, thereby making lives uneasy for their fellow citizens.
I hear a lot of things, like ‘the Government turned them to whom they are’. No, the Government didn’t do that! We’re all responsible for our lives. They turned themselves into irresponsible, lazy, and trouble-making hoodlums!
Did the Government also teach hardworking youths how to work hard? Absolutely no! They’ve only decided and learned to be responsible.
Recently, we witnessed an uproar in the country. An uproar, if mismanaged, could potentially lead to the ruins of the country.

Psychological Effect Of The #EndSARS Protest
The effect of the #EndSARS protest in Nigeria has left a lot of people with an unstable mental health issue, hence the need for my previous post.
A lot of people found it weird to smile after the whole ordeal.
What about those that had lost loved ones? The impact of the protest in their lives is one, they will never be able to forget, no matter how much they tried.
Many of us still feel insecure when we see police with guns or hoodlums who are unfortunately part of the country’s civilians. Our safety doesn’t feel guaranteed.
This harms our mental wellbeing!
We all don’t find it relatively easy in the country I live in. But somehow, we still find it in us to create happy times and memories for ourselves. Oh, how I love Nigeria! Despite it’s cracked self!

Through this whole crazy drama, I believe that in the process of making things better, it will, first of all, go sour, just like in the case of ewuro. After its bitter taste comes a pleasant one, with excellent health benefits.

About the author


Mariam Olajide, mostly called by friends as 'Mori,' is passionate about reading and writing. She is a graduate of English at the Lagos State University and a postgraduate student at the University of Ibadan.
She isn't just passionate about reading and writing.

She's passionate about a world that is peaceful and free from judgementalism. As a plus, she believes in YOU - she thinks you can get lost in her blogs and be transformed for the better. *Smiles*

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