the musings of this nigerian gal

I read somewhere that it is a fact that Nigerians are the most resilient people. I guess that is true.

I haven’t seen any other people who turns everything into cruise like Nigerians.

From a previous first lady’s “bring back our girls” speech, to the latest agbado campaign. It seems whenever the wind shift and turn brutal, we latch on to the silver lining of the undeniable joke found in it.

We form the weirdest colloquialisms. Now I can’t hear the words “vivid imagination” without bursting into laughter.

Probably there have always been the existence of stickers. But you’d agree with me that Nigerians took it to another level.

Everywhere you turn, it seems there is no lack of laughter.

Yet, many are still depressed. The speed at which Nigerian youths take to smoking amazes me. People still drink sniper. Sadistic men still beat their girlfriends and wives. Those ladies still stay in such abusive relationships because they don’t know how better looks like. Children still go without food, and the parents try to escape the guilt by any means possible. Lecturers still delight in failing students.

What does this mean then? That perhaps the darkness in the people’s souls is denser that the obvious darkness in the country? That beneath all the cruise and laughter is a heart crying for help?

The world is broken. The people in it are also broken. And a broken system cannot fix a broken man.

Jesus said I am the way, the truth and the life.

I love the last two words.

The life.

That even though utopia can never be achieved on this earth, a man can live in true happiness and satisfaction.

Because he knows his life is settled in Christ.

The life. The one thing that won’t fail. The one thing that is not subject to the imperfect system of this world.

The life.

That once you have it, you know what it really means to be alive.

So yeah, it’s a broken world, we are a broken people but I serve a perfect God.