Small girl, Big man problem

Tonight, I’ll tell you the problem with being around big men & women when you’re up & coming.

To make this imagery work well, I’ll use places we can all relate to. Maitama, Ikoyi, Asokoro, Odili Road, Old GRA, (notice how I didn’t say New GRA? Those who live in glass houses don’t throw stones).

One would think that such places that house the crème-de-la-crème of society will be so beautifully run in social amenities so much so that the price you pay for rent and general living will be compensated by the value of your life in that regard but as my people say, «If wishes were horses».

As with most things Nigerian, it doesn’t ever go as planned because consider me now, an up & coming Nigerian, fortunate to be jobbed in these pretty parts of my city. Everyone around me can afford Diesel. They don’t go to buy it themselves oo, delivery companies run the show for them.

So, on the days when the power is out and maintains that absence for days that sometimes run into weeks, you, an up & coming and in some cases a federal government baby does what?! The value of your life diminishes – ironing is halted (and you’re too one-kind to not iron your cloth); phone charging (especially now that you’ve decided that it’s an iPhone that’s your qualm); powerbank charging (life would have frankly been better if the one you got less than a year ago hadn’t become pregnant and unusable-make e no blow person. At least, you would have been charging in the office); air conditioning can’t work (inverter Abi na solar can’t carry it).

Let us not now talk about how everything is programmed for only those that are mobile from groceries to the laundromats.

Am I a potato?!

If I was situate in a place within my current pay grade, we would have had a zealous neighbour move round and start a fund for a new transformer.

Anyway, it is my firm belief/hope that this rant will not live too long.

Rant ooo, make adulthood nor carry you go where you no know.

In the event however that you have a more favourable situation than me then, you must know that I’m beyond happy for you. As we say in French, Je vous envie, mon ami(e).

Nobody deserves to adult difficultly.

Best regards,

My People!