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Coming of Age


I have come of age.
It has been about 5 years since i wrote on this blog.
So in five years i will like you to know i have come of age.
Some of my friends are married some have kids, some are just fabulous and single 
and we have all come of age.

 The Kardashians are a movement.
Runs is taxable
The classic distressed jeans have come back
Denim is still king.
Jonathan lost elections  and Nigerians are still queuing for petrol.

 Lol. But we have come of age.

 I remember when Nigeria had 24 hours light,
water running from all the taps
all the children were in school
1 naira was equal  to 1 dollar
all the traffic lights worked and petrol was 40 naira a litre.
Don't you remember this time? 
well its true you won't because it never existed
Our society takes 1 step forward 10 steps back. 
There is free education but a mother has to pay about 11k in Naira to get her child books, uniform and other things  is education really free?.
Graduates spend a fortune getting an education but employers want to keep them working for virtually nothing 

 What did were the dreams we had of our lives when we were younger,
now we don't dream anymore all you hear is ''be practical".
Practical to some people means "how can you ask for 60k when you can have 600k?"
How can you queue for petrol like normal Nigerians when your sit mate in secondary
school owns the filling station or you have money to bribe police?
How can you let a woman talk to you anyhow when you are a man? lol
Practical is us.  Dreaming is for the birds.
This is how we know we have come of age. Because now you have to be practical in all things
make quick decisions and forget about your neighbour.

 Yes we have come of age because we have seen all these problems
and we can live with them.
we buy diesel for our generators and we pay value added tax on our own  money in the bank
even when nothing special happened to it.

 We are older but maybe not so wise
We are fabulous and we will die trying to be happy in this madness
We have come of Age.

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