Okay, I took a break last week.
I’ll just go ahead to confess that nothing happened to me and no, it was not
Ebola-phobia. I was just errrm busy. I have been doing some things and I want
to get them right. However, I could have posted something. I was lazy. No vex
abeg. *prostrates*
There is no other way to start
this week's post than by saying that there are blogs I love reading. When I say that, here
is what I mean: not reading any of their posts is like asking me to strip
before five year olds which should make any teen uneasy. There are many of them. I can’t list them all but I
think a post on my top *** (no number yet) blogs and websites should come soon.
Atilola’s World is one of them. So, two weeks
ago, Atilola wrote a post, Cascaded Little Things, where she examined why the Nigerian situation is such a bad one.
She attributed this to our resolve not to do some supposed little things right.
Things like jumping the queue at ATM outlets, running red lights, littering
public spaces and so on seem our true nature. See, you should read the post
yourself; it’s something little too.
See this person o. Yes, you! You want to say you didn’t read the last sentence abi? Oya go back and click the link. Haha.
See this person o. Yes, you! You want to say you didn’t read the last sentence abi? Oya go back and click the link. Haha.
This post is not in any way
different from Atilola’s; just a shikini
addition. Do you know the supposed small people in the teeny-weeny imagination
of some Nigerians are the ones who run this country? I wonder what this nation
would look like without all those ‘small’ people whose contributions to life
and living we don’t value. I’ve got nothing much to write, but take this from
me: it is when we begin to value the gatemen, the cleaners (yes, the OYES
people), housekeepers (like me), all them Mallams and Yellow Fever people, the ‘risky’
sellers around and their substantial contributions to our lives that we’ll
learn to do things right. Think of the doro-mega-superlative mess the poo you
just emitted would have become before the cleaner arrives and you’ll learn to
flush public toilets after use. Was your mother or grandmother the one assigned
to cleaning your street, you’ll not finish doing it with your one-night stand
babe by some street corner while you leave your used condom on the same spot
for your servant(s) to pick the next day. True? Say false make I...
A couple of Nigerians have it
wired into their genes that doing these little things are not for them. I
loathe how the supposed big people do theirs more. Here is an example: some son
of a big man is willing to coerce a bank’s doorman into granting him access
into the banking hall, the long queue on ground notwithstanding. So he walks up
to the latter and expects him to begin to cower before him because of the son
of who he is. He threatens to put mechanisms in place and make sure the doorman
is sacked. So, the supposed ‘small’ man, torn between doing his bidding and
facing the wrath of the people on the queue, begins to beg. Oga Rich Man’s Son
on most occasions joins the queue, but he basks in the euphoria of having been
able to assert his authority on someone.
Someone once told me that the
first set of people he sends new month messages are the supposed ‘small’ people
in his life: his messenger, mechanic and his wife’s baby-sitter. We may not be
doing that, but we ought to at least do things - the little ones especially -
right. We know them. The supposed ‘small’ people should earn our compassion and
appreciation too. They are not shit. Don't treat them like such.
And
I said there was nothing much to write o. Kai! See what Naija matter can cause.
Ayam sorry.
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