I’m always amazed by how people (in Nigeria) do not generally want to help you solve your problems.
They just want to check in with you every couple of months in the hopes that somehow by some magical turn of events your problem has been solved. And if it has, Congratulations! You’re now an acceptable member of society!! If it hasn’t…the clock continues, they bookmark to check in again, perhaps in the next 2 months.
Or sometimes they want to sit idly by and watch you implode, self destruct from your frustration so they can clamor at the celebration of your demise and reminisce about how it is that they knew you and "you seemed to be handling things rather well" so to speak under the circumstances, considering things are hard for everybody and how they helped as much as they could and didn’t quite know when things fell so out of hand, at how you should have known to reach out to them if you needed help but you just never really did. I can imagine them saying it now even without having reached that point. They're probably rehearsing it in the belief that that time will come.
But it won't come, shall it? Oh, I certainly hope not.
As I move from one job to another, from an apartment to another, from one country to another, I find that, there is a search there, an unburnished thirst for satisfaction, for a blissful rest in one’s life, and that state is so elusive. Regardless I am amazed at the dearth of human character in this country that I call home and wonder is it worth trying to explore yet another country?
Or will it just be me trying to quench that thirst?
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