Stolen from a Friend Olumide Okesanjo
Perhaps the greatest need of a Nigerian is good entertainment.
It seems we’re not ready to face our problems.
We make a mess of things by clowning around serious issues.
This in itself is a much bigger problem.
Our attitude and approach to things show who we really are.
I don’t want to believe this but until we prove otherwise, then it’s true.
A good laugh is good for the mind but what comes after?
Perhaps comedy will save us from our problems.
We prefer the fantasies the media sells us.
We are overly religious and now some churches have decided to join the party.
They are Nigerians, sell them false hope.
They don’t like truth, they’d rather have a joke instead.
This is from a post on medium is for revolutionaries.
It explains the difference between resistance and opposition.
Read it here.
It is well known that our culture is dying. However, we will not go quietly.
To this end, the Institute for Benin Studies is organizing an Edo Language Summer Camp to teach the next generation our language.
The camp will cover the Edo Language Alphabet and Numerals, Recitation of Poems, Storytelling and History.
Registration will be free and learning materials provided for all the students that will attend and this is where you come in.
We need you help to make this happen.
You can donate by paying whatever you can afford to this account:
Account Name: Institute for Benin Studies.
A/C No: 2000677206
First Bank Plc.
A few notable times in history we listen to Europe’s version of what was good for Africa:
- We ended up enslaved
- We ended up as colonial subjects
- We ended up in apartheid
- We ended up in serious debt
- We became victims of globalization and under development
Today marks the first year since I last stepped foot inside the 6th Floor. If you need to ask me where the 6th Floor is, then I have to tell you that this post isn’t for you.
I first joined the 6th Floor in September of 2011. At the time, I truly believed that I had found an oasis in the desert but it the end it became like gravel in my mouth.
The problem was that it was free. Yes there was a membership fee but in all honesty it couldn’t cover the costs of operations. The internet was the best internet in Nigeria. Electricity was great.
It was a programmer’s dream but it was all free. That was the red flag.
Nothing of value is free.
I of all people should have known. As a descendant of slave traders and warriors, I should have known that I too had been enslaved.
In the end when they showed their true colours, I walked away. The closest I have come to actually entering the building is waiting for a friend on the steps to the building.
In the last one year, my life as taken a turn for the better. Today I work out of ReDahlia Workspaces. I have self-published 3 books which are on the Amazon store.
Overall in a typical day I can tell you what I achieved. I have become accountable because working out of ReDahlia Workspaces costs money. It is a premium service at a premium price. Internet is supplied by Main One. They are the best internet service provider in Nigeria so I cannot expect anything else.
All this has taught me that the mindset of giving money to help the poor keeps them poor for longer. In the one year away from the 6th Floor, I had to become resourceful.
I actively seek for opportunities to make money and continue to search for other streams of income because I need to pay for everything I get.
In the end my position is this: Free things are for slaves.
I will be the first to admit that the above picture isn’t the most flattering. It was taken after a long day at church. This photograph was an amateur shot taken by my cousin.
Yesterday was my dad’s 70th birthday anniversary. It was a long and stressful day. From cooking the day before to getting the clothes ready I will say that events are really stressful.
Special thanks to my mum and sister. It would have crashed without them.