Dear 360 readers
I need to first and foremost apologize for my absence, I am sorry for not being able to deliver articles as I used to. I had baby mama drama and was in a state of depression for a very long time. I did not envisage sharing my minimal trust fund with someone else. Please don’t judge me, blame it on the alcohol and a malfunctioning rubber, I’m working on suing for damages.
I don’t know if I was missed but anyways, I’m back whether you like it or not.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely intentional.
I am scared for my generation and the ones coming after, there is a tsunami coming and I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop it alone, if you’re a scholar of the holy book, you’ll probably just accept that this are the signs of the end and get closer to the Father but if you’re more of an atheist then call me … I’ll like to hear your views.
Why the sudden gloom and doom, well the reason is right in front of our eyes, still confused? Well In the words of the infamous Rick Rozay “I just wanna get money before I die young”. That there is the reason.
Introducing – Damojo, an upwardly mobile, 5’ 7inch slim and handsome banker. Damojo graduated with a Second class upper; was the quiet, elusive, cool, unpretentious and sometimes friendly colleague. Fast forward a couple of years and he’s on his grind in the outside world, trying to cut his teeth in the capital market.
Next up is Fat bastard, a tall, charming, light-skinned, striking gap toothed easterner. He was considered one of the cool kids while at Uni and was the life of every social event in school. Fast forward a few hundred days and not much has changed except for the fact that now he’s all street smart, savvy, and now blows money like its being plucked from a magical tree.
Now these two fellas though completely different in character, have one and the same intention, they have one goal which is get rich or die trying, and basically that’s all we are trying to do. The truth is in this metropolis called “Gidi” no one wakes up in the morning without a sense of purpose (even a mad man has a purpose, don’t ask me what) achieving that purpose on the other hand is a whole different ball game.
I am not a priest and I cannot predetermine anyone’s purpose in life. All I know is that we all need basic amenities which unluckily cannot be wished for or plucked from a tree. So our first purpose is to satisfy those basic needs, that’s why institutions were formed and alliances were pledged. Every other thing is secondary. The truth is not everyone was created to be wealthy, some were made to be content but contentment is another story in itself.
In the case of these two young men, they live in a society where contentment is a foreign word, welcome to the new Lagos, where people constantly show each other up, ball on pure water budgets and follow trends like EFCC chases shadows.
I am not against doing just about everything to become a member of the B.B.C.; my issue is the rate at which we want this exclusive membership. The truth is not everyone deserves to be a member. With hard work thrown out the door and dubious and devious means now being employed, it leads me to wonder where our principles and morality have gone.
I don’t think a lot of people my age think about this or even bother with such nonsense (in their heads) but the truth is we are heading nowhere in such a rush, a country where everyone is so self centred can never have unity, looting would continue, kidnappings will become the order of the day, and boko haram would just keep being stupid.
I ask that we should take a brief moment and consider whether we like the current state of things or if we would like to see change. You need to be outraged to begin the change process and I am tired of a lot of things.
I am tired of people borrowing money that they can’t pay back, yet are bottle poppers on Friday nights; I am tired of ladies calling or allowing you a lay just to inform you they would need a 100thousand for a new phone, new hair, or a bloody bag. I am tired of being invited out only to pick up the tab at the end of the day; I am tired of people who are employed who can’t afford to pay their bills, BIS inclusive, without help. I am sick of the cuthroat, don’t care who I destroy attitude all in the hunt for the status quo. I am sick, tired and frustrated with people who have but yet don’t have.
I am so sick and tired I bought a one way ticket to Montreal……..
Who’s with me?