The Rants of a Tired Nigerian

From the bottom of my heart,

this is not a poem.

It’s just a rant.

Have you ever felt like the whole world is against you?

Like no matter what you do, you are rigged to fail?

Being a Nigerian is just like that.

I have so much pity for my mum and dad,

seeing them struggle to cough out money for me to live a better life,

watching them struggle with nothing to show for it.

I try to help by securing a monthly income, but whatever I get is finished halfway into the month.

Not because I am reckless.

Not because I have no financial sense.

But because of the rising cost of everything in this country.

A Tired Nigerian

You would buy a bottle of Pepsi—once sold for ₦100 during my time

(though a little bird told me it was once priced at ₦70)—

for ₦500, simply to cool your thirst.

After you take the first sip, the first thing you feel is regret.

You begin to count your expenses,

how much money you have left,

all because you decided to satisfy a basic need—your thirst.

Now, next year, we will have to deal with what we call wickedness in high places:

a 20% increase in taxes, but no increase in returns.

When I get to heaven, just as I am required to give an account of my life lived on earth,

God should also be required to give an account of the past sins I committed

to send me to a forsaken country, a place where dreams are buried.

A certain someone once said:

“Nothing ever survives here—not dreams, not diseases.”

He is right.

You are working hard, but the country is working against you.

There is nothing more to say.

This is just a rant of a tired Nigerian.

By yours truly,

Mesoma

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Nigeria at 65: A Nation in Bondage, Not True Independence

Nigeria is 65 — a truly foolish nation. Because, honestly, what is there to celebrate? What independence do we really have?

Someone once said that every October 1st, there must be rainfall, a sign that heaven itself laughs at what a joke of a nation we have become. What exactly are we celebrating? Are we not a people in chains? Are we not slaves to those in power? Are we not slaves to a broken healthcare system? Most importantly, are we not slaves to poverty, which our leaders have imposed upon us?

Just a few days ago in Kwara State, bandits attacked and killed innocent people. A man was brutalized by the police. The October 20, 2020 Lekki Toll Gate shooting remains unaccounted for, with no justice in sight. And yet, we are expected to celebrate “Independence.”

True independence is celebrated by people who are genuinely free, not by those chained and dependent on handouts from their leaders to survive. A people suppressed and oppressed from speaking up cannot claim to be independent.

What exactly is independence? It means being free. It means being self-reliant. So we must ask ourselves: are we truly free? Our wings have been vandalized and clipped by our fellow black leaders in power, so much so that even our Nigerian Super Eagles can no longer soar.

But sure, wave the flag and sing the national anthem—on an empty stomach.

The only Nigerians who can boast of some form of freedom are those in the diaspora. That’s why you see them in places like New York’s Times Square or London—not celebrating Nigeria’s independence, but their independence from Nigeria.

Nigeria at 65 is not free. It is in bondage. A nation where its citizens remain enslaved by their own leaders.

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