Corruption is endemic in Nigeria. True, and we are all part of the problems.
At Ujevwu, the ticket racketeering is costing the country revenue losses and embarrassment as passengers are being accepted into the train without allocated seats.
A lost phone brings tremendous inconveniences. Getting the police involved adds more to the cost and with really no value added, it is apparent why many Nigerians don't report issues to the police.
Visiting the police station is costly and hardly provides any solution
“ I will like to farm"
“There’s no problem with that mate, plenty of land to choose from. I mean acres and acres of it”
“But, what about water?”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you? There’s water underground but you probably shouldn’t bet on it. Too salty and barely good for anything”
“Any help from government, subsidies may be?”
“Quit whining and get on with the work mate. At best the government will give you a discount off your diesel cost. That’s it, don’t expect more”
I narrowly escaped being killed, in the hands of the same uniformed men that had killed Dele Udoh 4 years earlier. With death, there usually is no premonition and I had none on this fateful day. I was walking on the pedestrian walkway by the side of the big car park opposite the CBN but adjacent to Cocoa House.
I arrive Apata Ganga out of rebellion, a rebellion against a career path that would have seen me become a teacher. My father was a teacher and so is my mum. My half-brother is a teacher and my Uncle as well. I am totally convinced that the Bakare’s have paid their dues to teaching and I feel a need to fashion a different path, one that I have no clue on where to start. Accountancy it is going to be but how do I become one?