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Poverty and Nigeria

Why are people poor?
Is it because they don't work hard enough?
Or because they have a "badhead"?

Or because they have poverty mentality and it's affecting their physical lives?
I could ask on and it still won't make any difference.
When I mean poor, I'm not talking about people who can't afford private universities, I mean, if you can afford any university at all, you're still somewhere. I'm talking about those people that can't even afford to live in a decent home, I'm sure you know or must have heard of a family of 10 living in one room.

Is it because they're not enlightened because if they were, they probably wouldn't have had a large family, just saying though. How about those without large families that still can't afford the basic necessities of life? Is it because they're not hard-working or perhaps they're not educated enough to get a decent job that'll pay them enough to feed their families?
What about those young, innocent children who hawk varieties?
Or those guys who sell gala and co in traffic?
Are they not hard-working enough?
Or is hawking under the rain and the sun not more than enough hard work for someone?

Reminds me of one day,
I was travelling to Abuja by road.
One of those guys who sell stuff on d road sold something I can't recollect to one of the passengers in my bus but the bus was too fast for him to collect his money from the passenger, he ran sooooo fast all in a bid to collect his 100naira or there about, I had to control my tears from being noticed.
At that point, I wished there was something I could seriously do to alleviate poverty in Nigeria
It hurts badly, seeing a child not up to ten years old hawking sachet water (pure water) and if you count it, she won't make up to 500 from what she's selling.

Who's to blame isn't the question now because the deed has been done and we can't afford to cry over spilled milk. The question now is "what's the way forward?"

Also, to those who are quite comfortable, let us all try to help our fellow Nigerians who can't afford the luxuries we enjoy. If every one Nigerian can help lift up another Nigerian, I think Nigeria would be a better country. Our leaders too should try making decisions that would favour the poor and underprivileged but because they don't know people of that calibre or even go close to areas where they can see these set of people, they won't feel their pains.

But it's all good,
Let us all change.
Don't ignore underprivileged people.
Help, no matter how small.
Give our your old clothes, give money, food or even use your connections to help improve their lives.
We get what we give so let's give good because we don't know the next stunt life is going to pull on us and who will help us out of it.

God bless Nigeria.


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Comments

Paul Newton said…
Godbless you...finally I have seen someone who is actually have same perception towards the poverty topic. Its disheartening watching the way Nigerians suffer. These people are normal humans like you and me and believed me I keep saying *no amount of wealth makes you indispensable...
Late president Yarudua's wealth couldn't save his health nor Stella Obasanjo survive death.
Life makes all humans equal and time is the most valuable resources we with ever know.
Not until we learn to Love ourselves and be selfless then can we build a United Country.

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