I'm writing this with tears. I'm not even going to pretend I'm fine because I'm not, and I know most of you reading this are not fine either. This country is painful. Not the kind of pain you shake off in the morning. The kind that sits on your chest. The kind that makes you question everything. We registered for Civil Defence and Immigration last year. We did everything right. And today when the portal came out, everybody in the group chat was blank. No shortlist. Nobody. You sit there and you ask β who then got in? Who are their people? What do they have that we don't? And then you see the video. Children kidnapped. Parents on their knees. Crying. Begging. People who only wanted to raise their families in peace, now at the mercy of evil because the security of this nation has collapsed. No job. No safety. No freedom. Everything in this country requires a connection, a bribe, or luck β and most of us have none of those. But somehow, somehow, we wake up tomorrow. We try again. Not because the system deserves it, but because we have people depending on us. Because we refuse to fully die inside. Nigeria is hard. But we are harder. We just need our government to remember that we are people, not pawns. Tell me honestly β how are you coping in this Nigeria? Let's hold each other up in the comments. πβ€οΈ