The BluesFeeling blah! And I don’t know why! Maybe this is something that everyone who moves to a new place (or in my case, old-turned-new) goes through. I long for the things that were familiar to me and rail against the unpleasant bumps in the road.
The “bumps” for me would be the inefficiencies I see everyday, causing so many resources (peoples’ minds and talents included) to go to waste; the overt aggressiveness of many people I meet, which somehow lives in perfect harmony with an overall lackadaisical attitude about life; the establishment of rules, which don’t seem to serve any purpose other than just being there, and the expectation that you obey these rules without question; the deference to older people as being wiser and thus worthy of your respect (How does this follow? I meet so many stupid, older people everyday.); the insane traffic in Lagos, with every driver trying to be ‘smarter’ than everyone else and so contributing to increasingly gridlocked roads; the perpetual lack of electricity, which means that, although you might pay your bills faithfully each month and indeed be harassed by PHCN for not putting up a copy of your receipt on your gate as proof of payment, you still have no electricity far more times than you actually do. And besides, how much work can you get done when you are constantly switching over from PHCN to the generator and then back again?
And the list goes on …….
Well, this is life in Nigeria. Some days are definitely better than others. On some days, I remember all the reasons I wanted to move back home. And on others, I’m just spilling over with impatience and rage.
Life goes on nonetheless.