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Curiosity

 Here is a thought! Why do Nigerians love answers especially when bad things happen?

 In the olden days, prior to the colonial masters and even after the colonial masters came to Africa, our forefathers practised divination, poured a libation to the ancestors and tried to find out why certain predicaments befell the people.

 They got answers quite alright. With the witches taking the bulk of the blame or it was the god’s way of helping them find their way back and rethink their decisions.

 When the people left the way of their fathers after much persuasion from the foreigners. How did the foreigners do this? By demonising the way the people worshipped. 

 So the people accepted the new religion but it did not stop their curiosity. It only doubled the need for answers. Churches sprang up in all corners.

 The advertisement employed by these churches pointed to solutions in a bid to attract the people. So you read Marine spirit vomit my money as the theme of a crusade that would be flooded by mostly the poor who are just somehow trying to make sense out of poverty.

 It has got to be the fault of the mermaid their forefathers worshipped in the past and the “man of God “ is promising to break the chain shows how desperate the people really want answers.

 Someone had to tell them why their businesses are failing, why their children are not making any progress, why their daughters are unmarried and above all why would someone just die?

 An average Nigerian has a goal to cheat death. They do not know-how, although death has beaten them in the game a lot of times still every day, every Nigerian expects to see the end of the day and the following day. They somehow just know that they will make it to the next day.

When death wins, they try to make sense out of the situation. How did he die? he was doing just fine yesterday. 

I figured that Nigerians are not really scared of death. It just hurts them when death wins. And they ask questions not because the answers would solve anything but it guarantees a good night sleep. It helps to be sure that life would continue and what happened was not meant to happen. It was as a result of something abnormal and not the poor choices people made. This is because death truncates hope and hope is that thing that Nigerians love the most.

 And curiosity never hurt anyone. We hope.
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Location: Lagos, Nigeria

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  1. Unknown31 March 2020 at 15:57

    Nice one girl... But why are you a girl??? I'm still curious.

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  2. Unknown31 March 2020 at 17:24

    These happens to be among one of the numerous factors that still held us back with the obligation of Nation Building. Nice one dear keep it up

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