Nigerians; the multi-cultural beings from the West Africa region. We are scattered across the world and have inherited many titles from non-Nigerians. We are the Nigerian Princes, refugees from bomb striken lands in the north, the descendant of the most corrupted country in the world and the race with various incomprehensible accents and dialects.
We are also the beautifully colorful people with deep reference to our culture. We are recognised all over the world for our original Afro beats music, our epic clapbacks on Twitter, our spicy and exotic dishes and our quickness to adapt to the worst situations this country can lay on our laps.
In short, we give life itself the best clapbacks ever! We are the survivors.
Nigerians are evolving. Take my generations for instance; we are the generations of Indomie noodles consumers, the ones who understand our mothers’ body language even when in a crowd full of strangers.We are the generation that recited nursery rhymes blindly without even understanding the lyrics, we are the late 90s kids and early millenials.
We are quick to understand that we are competitors – with each other and other generations from other countries – but we are at times clueless on where our strenght truly lies. We publicly criticize the people handling the goverment on Twitter (using queen and pidgin English both at the same time) all wrapped up in a 140- character tweet.
Yet we unconsiously agree to wage war in any one who speaks fouly of our jollof rice, Nigeiran men and our Nigerianess.
Which means only us are entitled to talk bad about us. You are not entitled to it!
We might be indentified as the Nigerians; the term believed by others as backwards, saucy or whatever you can think of but we are way more than that. We have a tough skin which has been stretched countless of times by the country’s woeful situations.
You can’t handle the things we have handled.
We have a custom-made attitude towards life; an attitude absorbed over the years, passed on from parents to children. We wish our elders see us as capable and ready to finally be “the leaders of tomorrow “. A term I personally think is long overdue. We can’t change the pasts, we can only move forward.
I am from a generation where being photographers, designers, poets,artists or entrepreneurs are not entirely respected alongside the good ol’ medical doctors or lawyers or Engineers.
We are the ones told with sneer “Look at Goke’s son, he is in law school already taking after his father’s footsteps while you want to be painting landscapes all around the world. Do you want my mates to mock me? What does a painter mean compared to a lawyer”
We are left to always explain rather than be accepted. We want more, we dream of more. Why can’t anyone see this? Or are you totally blind to works in progress? Or you don’t even bother to ask since it’s from the the dark continent?
If I can survive in Nigeria, I can survive anywhere. Right?
Am I alone in these scribbled thoughts?
Who else has a love and hate relationahip with Nigeria?
Who else dream of a nation where we can be relieved our childrens’ childrens are secured?
Type your answers in the comment section.