What if You Just Hate Making Dinner?

Nigeria poor, a cool bunch of people with little or
no money at hand. They are not just poor – they
are really poor and the class of Nigeria poor folks
do not include the Average middle class who feel
he is poor because his neighbor, the rich middle-
class guy, oppress him a lot with stuffs he
cannot afford even tho he is not really poor.
I have a problem with the Mr Biggs, Chicken
Republic, KFC, Ozone & SilverBird Gallery visiting
middle-class folks who thinks they are poor
while also paying N5000 averagely for their
monthly DSTV subscription. You are not poor.
You have no right to claim you are poor. You
have no right to claim you are suffering because
the real poor folks beneath you in the ladder are
suffering – Hunger pangs is a regular visitor to
their tummy. Average middle-class folks should
& ought not to be classified as “Poor Nigerians”,
– classifying them as poor Nigerians is an insult
to the real poor Nigerians.
The poor folks are those whose Mr Biggs &
Tantalizer are Mama Basira, Iya Bako & Mummy
Tobi; the un-kept looking food sellers whose
food you will never eat because she sells her
food in an environment unhealthy to your health.
The poor folks are those who Mama Basira haul
insults at because they’ve exceeded their credit
patronage limit but they have to eat, their family
have to eat and Mama Basira understands this.
That’s why, after the insults, she still sell food to
them on credit. She understands their situation.
She pities them because she can relate with their
situation.
The real poor folks are Ibrahim & Rashidat’s
parents; the little kids who hawk pure-water and
other stuffs down your street while their
privileged mates – the children of the middle-
folks are in the classrooms. Government-owned
Primary and Secondary schools offer the children
of the poor Nigerian folks a chance to be
educated. That’s all. After their SS3, Wo ma lo
ko ishe owo. The stubborn ones rugged their
University education. Some of the stubborn ones
later go on to become success stories while
others make it up to the middle-class social
ladder.
The real poor Nigerians have no time to
complain about the bad roads, bad government
policies & other stuffs we rage about. They are
busy hustling to survive. And the poor Nigerians
are not on social media – they have no such
time to waste. Time is money. They have to
hustle to eat, to feed their family. To stay aive.
The real poor folks are those who may have
never visited a hospital before after birth; not
that they don’t fall sick but because they cannot
afford hospital bills so they engage the service of
the local doctors (Chemist) or the traditionalist
(Alagbo) whenever they fall sick. When they
eventually die, their relatives have to contribute
money for their burial & their kids are shared off
among relatives because the possession they left
behind will fetch nothing of worth. They may
even have lots of debt hanging on their neck and
their creditors usually attend their burial to
confirm for themselves if he/she is really dead.
The Creditors are usually the most saddest
during the burial – Watch out for them.
The real poor folks don’t give a damn about who
becomes President or governor; they are
interested in Elections only due to the
benevolence of Nigeria Politicians during election
periods. Hence, The real poor folks are those
who collected rice from Fayose & Fayemi in Ekiti
state and still didn’t vote on Election Day for
either candidate because hunger calls and they
have no money for pepper & kerosene. They have
no strength for election queues. And they are
busy praying to God to send a helper to provide
for them pepper & kerosene so they can cook
Fayose and Fayemi rice in one big pot to fill their
belly.
For the real poor folks, Everyday is a battle for
them. Everyday, they fight for the right to stay
alive. Nigeria have failed them. The Politicians
have failed them & “We” – their fellow Nigerians
have also failed them. As their neighbors, we’ve
have never cared about them. We don’t give a
fuck about their existence. We spend lots of
money partying, caring for our dogs while they
tarry hungry – While they go to bed hungry. We
make subscription payments for our Dstv &
Phones with the same amount that is enough to
sustain them for months. We come online
Clamoring for change; because we have the
bragging rights to do so while we ignore the
existence of our neighbors who our little
benevolence to will “Change” their living
situation. Change does not begin at Federal
Level – “Charity begins at home” – Change
begins with You & I. Change begins with “You &
Your Neighbor”. Change begins with “US”.
The touts we see in Mushin, Oshodi and other
places where touts are – they are the children of
poor Nigerians. 99% of the little Children you
come across roaming the streets of Mushin,
Oshodi, Ibadan and other places you come
across them will up as a menace to the society,
they will end up as tools to be used by the pot-
bellied power hungry Politicians to unleash
violence. They are your problem, they are our
problem. Statistically, they are the government
problem. They add up to illiteracy rate and
children out of school rate. But realistically, they
are our problem. They will end up as our
problem.
God Bless Nigeria.