Saturday, 7 December 2013
Monday, 25 November 2013
This blog looks so dusty *picks broom and starts sweeping*. It’s been a while since I posted something on this blog. I am terribly sorry.
Just when I thought nobody would miss me, I got anonymous calls from people, asking about my where-about and why I haven’t
stolen posted anything in ages. Those
guys made me realize how wrong I was and why I needed to get back to writing
and be consistent about it because people are out there watching….*Digression
Some days ago, while I hung out with a close friend of mine, I overheard a conversation between a middle aged woman and a young sesi babe. The way this babe ranted was what drew my attention to the “convo”.
She ranted about how ASUU had delayed her from graduating from the university……
And when I was about to stand from where I was seated to ask her out (the way she ranted attracted me to her. It was as if we were meant to be together), she said something that spoiled the whole show - “God knows better and that she’d just keep ‘praying’ ASUU calls off the strike”.
Nothing irks me more when I hear
aliens people (even my mama) utter such statements-
most especially in situations such as this.
In Nigeria, we seem to have embraced the “leave it to God” slogan and worse passed it on to our kids. Maybe because it is very easy to say or maybe it is the right thing to say in certain circumstances.
But there are several things we have left to this “god” that has made me question the ‘authenticity’ of this god. Maybe we have a different ‘god’ we serve in Nigeria because most things appear to be f*cked here and he seems to care less.
If this ‘god’ were to be a WAEC student, he would definitely have “F” in all his papers, because he has failed us in so many ways.
Remember the ‘Sosoliso’ air crash, “we left it to this god” and Dana crash happened.
Remember the girl that was severely beaten and molested for stealing a blackberry phone in Lagos. “We left it in this god’s hands” and ALUU4 happened *wipes tear off*
There are so many instances but the above ones are painful enough to drive home my point.
We haven’t learnt a single lesson from our mistakes. After crying for like a day or two, we move on. And leave everything to this ‘Nigerian god’.
In the advanced countries we are quick to compare ‘naija’ to; things like these don’t happen. And even if they do, measures are being taken to prevent them from re-occurring. The system doesn’t embark in a 7-day dry fasting- leaving it to ‘god’ to solve.
But we (Nigerians) are religious people. We are ‘friggin’ religious even to the point of using a fellow human for money rituals.
We are addicted to praying without doing shit….
When the govt refuses to pay teachers… we pray
When there is no power supply….we pray
When ASUU is on strike… we pray
When a govt official loots funds… we pray
After all these years of praying without doing shit, we still haven’t come to the realization that we might be praying amiss.
I am sure each time we pray to this “Nigerian god”, all he does is just shake his head vigorously while he sips orange juice.
Maybe we should pray after all but we need to accompany those prayers with work.
Maybe we need to tap into our creative mind and create more jobs
Maybe we need to stand up and speak against sexual abuse
Maybe we need to stand up and speak against lynching
Maybe we just need to do the right thing at the right time.
Maybe then Nigeria might eventually become that country we always wanted it to be. Maybe then the revolution we seek might eventually surface.
Let us make little things such as obeying traffic regulations, proper disposal of wastes.
We shouldn’t just sit there and wait for one ‘god’ to come clean up our mess. He is probably on leave. Let us clean them ourselves.
We need to DO more… let’s keep Doing
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PS: I was high on Viju milk while I wrote this article… So don’t take it personal because I could not even see what I was typing. But you may pursue me on twitter @sadiq_daniel to see my sober tweets.
Monday, 8 July 2013
On my way back from church yesterday, my eyes flashed through an obituary as the commercial vehicle I boarded slowly crawled- by. I was forced to alight from the vehicle so I could confirm what I saw and behold *drums rolling* my eyes zoomed to the part of the obituary that read “Aged: 223yrs”. I was taken aback, I couldn’t believe my
223yrs old! I screamed, seriously! I just couldn’t help it.
Immediately I tried finding out the year she was born and it dated back to 1790,
Do humans still lived this long? Is this for real? How come I have never read about this
woman anywhere before now? Why is she not on the Guinness books of records?
All these questions begging for answers flashed through my
crazy curious mind. I
never realized I had spent close to 20 minutes staring at this obituary with my
mouth agape. Not until an elderly man beckoned to me.
My mouth snapped shut when he drew nigh and he continued “buroda ki lo shele mo ti wo yin lati aro, se ko si oo” (I have been watching you stare at this obituary, hope there is no problem). He said some others things which I never understood because my Yoruba wasn’t that good enough- how I wished I hadn’t skipped those classes when I was in high school.
I replied the little way I could and he offered me water. Although my throat were dry, but I was thirstier for answers to my questions; how I wish I had met the old lady. She would have had answers to some of my questions, questions I might never get answers to.
Nevertheless, the old man told me some things about her, he even said she could still use the toilet herself before her demise. When I asked how she died, he replied saying she called all members of the family (great-great grandchildren inclusive), took turns to hug them and died right on the “apoti” (stool) she was seated.
When I asked if I could get some of her photos, the old man took a deep breath and said something which I never understood. He finally opened his mouth to say something I understood, he said the woman never had a photograph apart from the one they used for her obituary and they were actually surprised when she told them she wants to take a photograph.
When she was asked why she needed a photo of herself? She said she wanted them to always have her around after she is gone to join her ancestors. And not more than a week after this event, she passed on.
This woman practically lived before Nigeria was formed; she was about 170 years old when we got independence. She practically knew the foundation on which this ‘great’ nation of ours was built. She even experienced both world wars. She lived all these things I have read in journals and books- from slave trades, to the civil war blah blah blah…. she was a living museum.
I couldn’t help to think about how life looked back then- there was no internet, (at least not in this part of the world), cell phones; technology was still dragging its feet then.
If many of us were to time-travel back to that century with the kind of exposure we have now, I doubt if we would last a day.
Yet with all odds on our side we still f**ked!
We are exposed to more information daily than our fore-fathers have been exposed to throughout their life time and instead of us leveraging this technological advantage, we prefer
f**king sitting back with our legs crossed relying
on the achievement of others.
It is our duty to keep evolution going and we can only be at our best when we create a landmark so the next generation coming after us can appreciate what we had achieved and continue from where we stopped.
Life is very weird. We might not have the chance to live
1000yrs like the old woman
did, but we have something greater, something she never experienced.
We have something greater than a thousand years; we have all the necessary materials in place to get us wherever we wanna go if only we could tap into them.
What do you wanna be remembered for when you are long gone? Why settle for less when you know you are much better than what you are doing right now? Why not pursue your dreams in a context of happiness?
Let these crazy questions run through your mind.
Life is not as long as 223yrs any longer.
You can only manage it by living each day as if it were your last.
Don’t you wanna die doing what makes you happy?
Life is crazy….
Sadiq Daniel is an
crazy Nigerian hustlerpreneur and public speaker that blogs about life, marketing and branding. You may pursue him on twitter: @sadiq_daniel where he tweets daily on how you can make billions per hour
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