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brain54:
But my question is why not come back since it's that bad instead of staying where you are?

PulaPower:
E no dey interest me at all

Country wey any Krack-head can just pull out a gun and starts killin people..

QuinQ:
Yet 1000's die every year trying to enter same US.
Do you think maybe nobody told them of the crack-head?

PulaPower:
Why are you yet to diee to enter?

womilojublog:
Stay where you are.
I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages. Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.
Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle. Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.

Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain. Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.
Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.
Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.
America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.
It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.
There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.
Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.
You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.
Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.
That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.

womiloju blog

womilojublog:
Stay where you are.

I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages.

Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.

Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle.

Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.

Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain.
Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.

Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.

Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.

America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.

It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.

There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.

Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.

You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.

Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.

That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.

womiloju blog

womilojublog:
Stay where you are.

I mean that with every ounce of sincerity a person can carry in a sentence. Stay where the morning comes to you gently, where the air has not been monetized, where you eat food that still knows what soil it came from and has not been engineered in a laboratory to survive a shelf life longer than some marriages.

Stay where your vegetables are grown by hands you might actually know, where the fruit tastes the way fruit is supposed to taste, where the chicken was not injected with anything that requires a chemistry degree to pronounce. Stay where your body is nourished rather than processed.

Stay where you sleep without the low hum of financial anxiety running beneath every dream. Where a hospital visit does not arrive three weeks later as an invoice that makes your knees buckle.

Where illness is something to be treated and recovered from, not a financial catastrophe dressed in medical language. Where you do not have to choose, as millions here genuinely do, between the prescription and the rent. Where insurance is not a labyrinthine industry built on the art of collecting premiums and denying claims, where your access to care does not depend on which plan your employer selected during open enrollment and whether the specialist you need happens to be in-network this particular calendar year.

Stay where the bills do not multiply in the night. Where utilities and healthcare and education and simply existing do not constitute a second job's worth of administrative labour just to maintain.
Where you are not one unexpected expense away from a crisis. Where financial stability is not a personality trait attributed only to those disciplined enough to achieve it, while the structural reasons it eludes so many are quietly ignored.

Stay where you are not a demographic. Where you walk into a room and are seen as a person first, entirely, without the half-second recalibration behind someone's eyes that tells you they have already filed you under a category before you have opened your mouth. Where your competence is assumed rather than auditioned for. Where your presence in a space is not treated as a question that needs answering. Where you do not carry, alongside your bag and your keys and your phone, the additional invisible weight of representing your entire race in every interaction, of being the example that either confirms or defies whatever narrative the room already holds about people who look like you. Where you can simply be unremarkable in the most beautiful sense of the word just a person, in a place, living a life, asking nothing more of the world than to be met as a human being.

Stay where your dignity is not a political football. Where the person elected to lead the nation does not wake in the morning and reach for a device to broadcast contempt for people who do not resemble him, worship as he does, or originate from the places he deems acceptable. Where leadership still carries some residual obligation toward all the people, not merely the faithful and the familiar. Where a president is not a brand, a grievance, a performance of dominance conducted daily for an audience that has learned to read cruelty as strength and humiliation as entertainment. Where the highest office does not radiate a particular kind of sanctioned nastiness that gives permission to every smaller cruelty waiting in the wings.

America will seduce you with its mythology before you arrive. It has spent a century and more perfecting that particular art. It will show you the skyline and the possibility and the stories of those who came with nothing and built something, and those stories are real they happened, they happen still, and they matter. But it will not show you what those people carried to get there. It will not show you the years of being overlooked, the accent mocked, the name mispronounced with a carelessness that communicates exactly how much your origin is valued. It will not show you the promotions that went to someone less qualified but more familiar, or the neighborhoods that were never quite made accessible, or the quiet transactions of exclusion that happen every day inside systems that swear on paper they are fair.

It will not show you the loneliness of arriving in a country that wants your labor and your taxes and your energy and your contribution to its greatness narrative, but reserves the right to make you feel, on any given Tuesday, that your belonging here is conditional. Subject to review. Dependent on behavior. Contingent on how well you perform gratitude for being permitted to exist in a place you have just as much right to exist in as anyone who was simply born here by the accident of geography.

There are things America does that nowhere else does quite the same way. There is a particular electricity in certain cities, a creative restlessness, a collision of cultures and ideas that produces something genuinely remarkable. There are people here of extraordinary generosity and conscience and courage, people who have spent their lives pushing this country toward the version of itself it keeps promising to become. There is beauty here, real beauty, in the landscape and in the people and in what becomes possible when the best of this place is actually working.
But you, dreamer you who rise without an alarm because your body is rested, you who eat your breakfast slowly and know exactly where it came from, you who do not dread the end of the month, you who have never had to calculate whether you can afford to be sick, you who walk through your days without the psychic tax of navigating someone else's prejudice you are already living something that millions of Americans are working themselves to exhaustion trying to approximate.

Do not trade that peace for a postcard.
Do not arrive chasing a dream that was always partly fiction, sold most aggressively to people from far away who could not yet see the seams. Do not exchange your organic mornings and your unbothered evenings and your deep, untroubled sleep for a system that will ask everything of you and remind you, periodically and without apology, that you are here on its terms.

You cannot negotiate with a country that is still negotiating with itself about whether everyone in it deserves equal dignity. You cannot charm your way past a president who has made his contempt for people like you a cornerstone of his political identity and a rallying point for those who share it. You cannot out-work structural exclusion or out-smile institutional bias or out-perform the low ceiling that certain systems place over certain heads regardless of what is inside them.
Stay where the food is real. Stay where the air is yours. Stay where your peace has not been disrupted by a nation's unresolved argument about who deserves to belong.

Stay where you are already, quietly, profoundly, completely free.

That is rarer than any American dream.
And it is worth more than most people here will ever be able to tell you, because most of them have never known what it feels like to have it.

womiloju blog

Seunpapa65:
At least you get the value of what you are paying for
Why u never come back you just sat down to write nonsense

brain54:
I didn't read everything you wrote...


Feeling sleepy. I stopped somewhere around the 3 paragraph.


But my question is why not come back since it's that bad instead of staying where you are?

szczescie:
Nigeria is Africa’s biggest country by population (over 220 million), but it’s also one of its most challenging places to live for many.
Corruption runs deep at almost every level of government, sucking away resources and making real progress painful. Insecurity is a daily fear in many areas banditry, kidnappings, Boko Haram, and cult violence make life unpredictable. Power supply is still terrible (constant blackouts), roads are often awful, and basic infrastructure lags badly.
Youth unemployment is sky-high, pushing many into crime, migration, or “japa” (brain drain). Poverty is widespread despite the oil wealth, inequality is extreme, and ethnic/religious tensions frequently flare up. Add polluted environments in the Niger Delta and a chaotic, “anything goes” system, and you get a country full of potential that’s constantly held back by its own problems.
It’s tough, frustrating, and exhausting for a lot of Nigerians.
Let’s not forget about the chickens that are fed with excessive antibiotics and the fufu they use omo to hasten up the fermentation process or the fake drinks and fake medicines and too many things I can’t add on here right now