‘Is your hair peruvian?’ ‘No, its actually
Mongolian’… The usual question modern Nigerian
girls toss at each other at silly birthday parties at
hotspots or lounges as they are termed these
days. Glamorous, dressed to the nines, in groups
or cliques, they eye the man in the Mercedes.
Whether or not he is a man of honor or a man that
prays is not considered. He has a Mercedes! And
the batting of the fake eyelashes continues.
‘I love your wrist watch!’ ‘Its Micheal Kors!’ Yet
again another batch of vain talk as the others
summon the courage to talk to the man that
arrived in the Mercedes. Assuming a bolder girl/
woman doesn’t beat one of them to it.
There was a time when girls sat in the kitchen and
talked vastly about various meals they could cook,
gushed secretly about the neighbour’s son in silent
whispers knowing Mother must never hear,
mumbled extensively about school works and
whether or not the course work would entail in-
depth research. The mothers would reprimand and
the daughters would listen. The fathers would
command or subtly hint and the children obeyed.
The older brother ruled with an iron fist. He would
be sterner than the father. And the household
needed no foreign culture or newer gadgets.
But alas, those days are gone. The modern
Nigerian girl or woman as she would believe
herself to be no longer lives at home or is hardly
ever home. She freely roams. Whether her morals
move with her is unknown. The brother is
‘hustling’ or playing PS3. The mother is busy at
the office or at the salon. The father is on a trip
somewhere. She has all the freedom in the world.
But all the freedom may not corrupt. That’s not
the issue at all. Adventure and being a social
butterfly in itself is a beautiful thing. But it is the
new socialite way of life that is disturbing and
destructive to our Nigeria. The vanity.
This need to own everything in vogue. The new
phone. The newest shoes. The un-natural hair. The
long nails. The car. The up scale house. The
birthday parties. We are no longer defined by what
our brain holds but the phone our hand cradles.
‘Who’s Zimbabwe’s president?’ ‘Why did Mandela
go to prison?’ are questions that cannot be
answered at posh parties by the Marc Jacob
wearing women we see sipping Red wine. But ask
‘Is your bag a Celine?’ and they’ll say its a
‘Prada’.. Ultimately being fashion concious is
hardly a bad thing but is that all our women will
know in this generation of gadgetry and pretence of
‘poshness’? An overhaul in our appreciation of the
little things, culture and intellect is in dire demand.
‘When did you get back from(insert white man’s
country)?’ ‘Oh last week, this weather is harsh’… A
common banter between our Nigerian girls. Travel
to broaden your horizons they say but it is never
about experiences for our people these days. It is
a trip purely made out of decadence and a need to
show our ‘friends’ on social networks that we live
‘the good life’.. This is almost as tragic as our
economy.
One could go on about what is wrong with our
mind frame but it is as tiring as waiting for grass
to grow. But the question remains: Should your
hair be peruvian and your skin Nigerian? Is your
mind British? Is your accent American? Why are
your trips Australian? What is your wrong with
being Nigerian?
culled from http://omojuwa.com/2013/03/the-nigerian-woman-by-fati-abubakar-bebe_licious/

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