There comes a point in every Nigerian's life when they declare: "I no fit shout." It is not about volume. It is about capacity. The landlord increased rent again. The mechanic destroyed your car again. The employer delayed salary again. The country disappointed you again. And you realize that shouting, arguing, fighting—none of it changes anything. You are tired. You are bankrupt of outrage. You accept the injustice because resistance is exhausting. "I no fit shout" is the sound of a spirit breaking. It is the transition from activist to survivor. From fighter to adapter. You stop demanding better and start managing worse. You stop dreaming and start coping. And the danger! Once you say "I no fit shout," you rarely go back. The acceptance becomes permanent. The injustice becomes normal. The abnormal becomes your baseline. You forget that things could be different because you stopped imagining it. But the wisdom! Sometimes "I no fit shout" is self-preservation. You choose your battles. You save your energy for what you can change. You protect your peace by refusing to engage with every nonsense. When did you last say "I no fit shout"? And was it surrender, or was it strategy?
