The rich Nigerian marries and has four children. The poor one marries and gives birth to many children that he can’t afford to train because the only thing that makes a poor man happy is sex. The country has beaten him to the level that sex is his only idea of enjoyment. He must bang his wife almost everyday. Politicians steal your money. They sleep with your wife and girlfriends and sisters and make sure you don’t go to school, even when you struggle to, they make sure you don’t finish on time let alone get a job.
These useless politicians send their own children to the best schools in foreign countries, so they can take over from them when they are done playing with your future. They initiate poverty alleviation programmes, video themselves cutting tapes during the mounting of an electric pole. They give you some bags of foodstuffs and even give you arms to fight their opponents. They will paint the roads and puts street lights when there are no lights in your home. And you will hail them.
That is not the end. Those political thieves spend millions on billboards of their fake projects. They hire the best PR experts to keep you drooling with hunger and uninformed and keep on doing damages to your common sense. And you will still defend them. When they come into power the second time, there will be no jobs and no food. They have to recover the billions they spent in buying your votes. The truth is that most of them are not qualified to lead but you, Nigerians, qualified them.
You start making use of the guns they bought for you. You kill the poor like yourself who are also suffering the effects of the bags of foodstuffs that you took. You try to kidnap the friends of these politicians but their police orderlies fire back at you. They spend millions hosting them. They tell these officers what to do. By now, you have become a threat. Anything you do becomes illegal because you are poor. You rob, you die. You protest, you die. You stay at home, you die of starvation.
Then, you get recommended to a church and since you can’t pay tithes, pastor turns you into an errand boy. He sends you to buy biscuits for his children, wash pants for his wife and clean his cars. You sweep the church for free, awaiting your heavenly reward while the pastor flies private jets and drives flashy cars. You are happy that your pastor is rich and you argue for him in the midst of your friends. He runs to the UK anytime he has a headache but he only prays for you when you are sick and tells you to bring your sick mother to church for prayers instead of taking her to hospitals to be treated.
Your mother dies and he tells you that it was God’s will while his own mother has been in the UK for months receiving the best treatment that tithes can buy. Your pastor buys a new land for a new church branch, you help to carry blocks and mix concrete, then collect blessings as reward. You are happy to be working for the salvation of your soul because you believe that heaven will pay, while the pastor lives his heaven on earth. The new church building is completed on your sweat. He invites the president, governors, senators, house of representative members and every other person who made sure that you are poor by design.
The whole area is policed with guns and armored cars. You are comfortably seated at the back while straining your neck to see who and who came. The president and governors and senators plus their contractor friends donate hundreds of millions for the new church while you cheer from the back. The food they served didn’t even get to you but you are happy the president and governors and senators came to your church. You even brag to others of how well connected your pastor is. You get back home, hunger knocks angrily on your belly door. Your neighbour bails you out while you wait for heaven to pay.
You have spent ten years searching for employment. Roaming from one place to another like a devil, searching for job. Nothing is coming your way. Your pastor’s children have been sent abroad for studies. You continue in prayers and fasting. You are gradually developing ulcer because you are unable to feed well. Age is no longer on your side. The pastor hooks you up with another church lady that sweeps the church for free with no education, just like you, and weds you both and you are happy. You give birth to children in poverty and your children start the circle all over again.