My Naija! My Pride!!
Under the dim reflection of my bulb, my Fan lazily rotates as it makes
its rickety sounds, from the low voltage PHCN popularly known as NEPA
supplied Light. From the next room I could hear people clapping in
their bid to kill the angry mosquitoes who won’t let them sleep
peacefully, soon it will be daybreak and another day is set to roll
After having my regular breakfast at Mama Segun’s joint I stroll down
with a toothpick in my mouth and join my colleagues at my work place,
it is d Newspaper joint. Well, don’t be surprised it is all I have
got at the moment. This where I see different kind of people, some
will stay for hours reading the entire content without buying it, some
also come to read but they are illiterate as you see them pronouncing
the words wrongly or you see them reading the Paper upside down.
Others like me are there to find a topic to argue upon and when a
jobless fellow like myself comes around then the day begins in full.
Since the previous day the Nigerian team played a friendly match and
won i already had an head start as to what the day would look like.
Just as I expected most of them wore green clothing and the argument
went towards the direction of my thoughts. We all argued until we got
weary then one after the other we departed.
Heading back to my apartment to take some nap as it takes a lot of
effort to talk and stand without being I resumed lazily to my bed with
the springs beneath making the usual squeaky sound. As always I plan
to sleep for few minutes only for me to close and open my eyes several
hours later. Just as I was about enjoying my sleep I began to hear
noises from my neighbors, awakened suddenly this hot afternoon
infuriated me a lot and I began to hurl curses at them as I moved to
see the cause for the disturbance. Running past me was Mama Rukewe the
popular gossip in my neighborhood she knows everything at all time and
I was just in time to hold her back to explain things to me, she told
me about one of our neighbors kid who was having convulsions and was
been taken to the nearest hospital. Immediately I closed my door and
ran after the crowd rushing to the clinics but as we went I began to
hear several suggestions some said give him Palm oil, some said salt,
another said put a spoon in his mouth, someone even suggested heating
his toe or palm with fire.
On getting to the hospital the child was taken care of and late at
night the child came back home.
Amidst the confusion came help from every side, in spite of the
differences we may share we still care for one another and this is
what makes me a true Nigerian. This is My Naija, My Pride.