I'm going to be honest with you today, even if it hurts. There are mornings I wake up in this Nigeria and I genuinely ask God — what is the point? No job. You apply, you wait, you get shortlisted on connection. The portal they released today after we registered last year? Nobody that genuinely applied got in. Just like that. All that hope, all that preparation, scattered like dust. No security. You cannot even move freely in your own country anymore. People are being kidnapped on their way to the farm, on their way to church, in their own homes. Parents are begging criminals to return their children. What kind of country is this? No freedom. You want to protest? They will arrest you. You want to speak? They will silence you. You want to live? Even that is becoming a privilege. And the painful part is that we voted for these people. We stood in the sun, we collected our PVCs, we believed. We thought this time would be different. But the president gave his speech and went back to his comfort, while we are here counting the cost of garri and wondering if we will be safe walking to the next street. Nigeria is bleeding and the people who should stop the bleeding are busy taking pictures. Are you tired too? Talk to us in the comments. You are not alone. 💔
