See ehn, YOU are the reason why we have stingy and tight-fisted Nigerians who would rather go and bury their money in a soakaway pit than be found “helping” any other Nigerian. Perhaps the day of reckoning has come and it is time we tell ourselves the truth.
YOU are the reason why every time a Nigerian is stopped at the borders of other countries, they are subjected to a thorough body cavity search and made to recite the Handel’s Messiah and Miranda Codes backwards – before they even gain admittance.
I recall once on a trip to Hungary, I stood back and watched as the hungry (no puns intended) entry clearance officer bent and twisted my passport this way and that, looking for the only god knows what. He kept our family group waiting while he went for his superiors. They held a mini-conference and kept whispering and pointing at our small group of black faces – tourists that just wanted to be let through so we could hit our hotel rooms and sleep off the journey.
As the conference went on, we watched as people we were sure we looked much better than, but who did not have the curse of the green passport to create a drag on their proceedings, breeze past immigration.
We were there for all of thirty minutes before our passports were cleared for entry and returned to us. At this point, even the passports had borne the brunt of all the squeezing and twisting and God knows whether they soaked them in iodine or whatever, but they bore the signs of having passed through the proverbial eye of the needle all in a bid to give the clearance officers the assurance that the bearers had no evil intents.
We passed through, but I did not find it in my heart to be angry with them. Just a tad bit amused and pensive because a couple of days later while touring, we ran into one of our brethren who was on the streets, pulling a fast one on anyone careless enough to allow him chop them mugu.
So when any of us encounters any profiling or inconvenience of any sort while attempting to be normal around normal people, spare the anger you plan to unleash on the person expressing an abundance of care, it is not their fault but ours.
I used to be one of those people who would feel so benevolent as I played god and actually naively accepted accolades when I was compared against those other “stingy and wicked people” who did not want to “help” anybody else up to their levels. I had the mentality of “if this thing is possible and legal, why prevent others from getting to that level if they can? This world is sufficient for all of us, there is no reason why I should want to hoard all the knowledge I have to myself, it is surely enough to go around”.
Over the last week and after some deeply hurting personal experience, I began to reach out to people and seek their stories for why they were so “wicked” as portrayed by others.