Sometimes, I don’t know what to call it anymore —
A lost dream?
A lost opportunity?
Or just a nation that clips your wings before you even fly?
Every day, I go online and I see job opportunities.
Remote work. Writing gigs. Tech jobs.
Endless chances for people in the U.S., Canada, the UK...
And then I ask myself:
Why not us?
Why not Nigerians?
Why is it that we — the same people with talent, grit, and hunger — are made to struggle for scraps?
Most international platforms are built to support their own — their authors, their creatives, their graduates.
While we, the Nigerian youth, must fight daily just to be seen. Just to be fed.
We’re on the streets.
We’re online.
We’re hustling.
We’re grinding.
All for a few thousand naira that can’t even cover food, transport, or rent.
It’s not laziness.
It’s not ignorance.
It’s a system designed to drain us before we even begin.
And it breaks my heart.
Because our dreams are real.
Our talent is real.
Our worth is real.
I hope — no, I pray — that one day, this country will create space for us to rise.
Not just survive.
But rise.
Until then, we’ll keep pushing.
Even with broken hearts and tired feet.
Have you ever lost a dream to this country too? Let’s talk.
Or maybe you're still fighting for yours. Keep going. You’re not alone
.
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12 hrs agoSometimes, I don’t know what to call it anymore —
A lost dream?
A lost opportunity?
Or just a nation that clips your wings before you even fly?
Every day, I go online and I see job opportunities.
Remote work. Writing gigs. Tech jobs.
Endless chances for people in the U.S., Canada, the UK...
And then I ask myself:
Why not us?
Why not Nigerians?
Why is it that we — the same people with talent, grit, and hunger — are made to struggle for scraps?
Most international platforms are built to support their own — their authors, their creatives, their graduates.
While we, the Nigerian youth, must fight daily just to be seen. Just to be fed.
We’re on the streets.
We’re online.
We’re hustling.
We’re grinding.
All for a few thousand naira that can’t even cover food, transport, or rent.
It’s not laziness.
It’s not ignorance.
It’s a system designed to drain us before we even begin.
And it breaks my heart.
Because our dreams are real.
Our talent is real.
Our worth is real.
I hope — no, I pray — that one day, this country will create space for us to rise.
Not just survive.
But rise.
Until then, we’ll keep pushing.
Even with broken hearts and tired feet.
Have you ever lost a dream to this country too? Let’s talk.
Or maybe you're still fighting for yours. Keep going. You’re not alone
.