JULY 2019|| On Adulting, Being Single and Living in Nigeria.

Hey guys,

Welcome to JULY. 

Disclaimer: This post is a RANT and it may or may not make much sense. 

For a while now I’ve been ruminating on each of these three topics in no particular order. And the more I think about them, the more questions I have begging for answers. 

I hope you my dear readers will shed some insight with me as I share my thoughts below. 

Thank you in advance. 

||On Adulting: 

About two years ago while jobless and becoming increasingly frustrated as I searched for one, I wrote this post 

Tbh, I’m still yet to figure out this whole Adulting thing. 

In fact, the older I get the more complicated the concept seems to be. 

As a kid I thought becoming an adult meant having my own space, making my own money, and just doing my own thing, but nothing could be further from the truth than that.

It’s an irony that everyone knows what I’m supposed to be doing with my adult life except me. 

In other words, my business is practically everybody’s business from parents to close relatives, to colleagues at work, to the society at large. 

Everyday I’m faced with choices of what to do with my money, my time and even my energy.

“Eunice, you must get a side hustle o.” 

“Why do I need a side hustle?”

“Because you need an extra source of income.” 

“What if I’m not interested in having an extra source of income?”

“Do you know how hard it is to survive in this Economy with just your salary?”

For some reasons, I’ve still not been able to convince myself about the side-hustle thing, as most of the popular options (i.e. hands-on skills like baking, sewing etc) do not interest me. 

So in recent times my focus has been on saving at all costs, and my dilemma is always whether to spend or not to spend money.

Should I buy a new pair of shoes or save the money to buy gas?

Should I buy soup ingredients that will last a few days with this N2000 or just buy a KFC takeout for dinner instead?

Should I invest all this money in mutual funds or spend part of it in buying Asoebi for my friend’s wedding?

And if I’m to be completely honest, my common sense doesn’t always win in this regard. 

Again, why does Adulting have to be this hard?

***

||On being single: 

This is another shocking realization for me. Being single is not always as rosy as it is portrayed to be. 

Or maybe I’ve been trying too hard at being optimistic as a single lady. 

Of course the freedom to “do me” most times is something I don’t take for granted. 

Still, why does my heart do flip-flops each time I come across a couple doing PDA?

And why did no one warn me that seeing faces of cute babies whether online or in real life will make my ovaries scream in expectation?

What about instances when the innocent smile of a gentleman causes my heart to melt into whipped ice cream ? 

Countless times, I’ve had to remind myself that my body is the temple of the Holy Spirit and unwholesome thoughts cannot be entertained there. 

A number of times I even find myself reporting to a fellow believer, asking for prayers and encouragement because I can’t seem to concentrate with my raging hormones.

To be single is hard work, no wonder many people younger than me are running off to get married. 

And as for the married people that like to intimidate us with this annoying cliché “you’ll understand better when you’re married,” please what is your purpose in this life?

Why can’t we understand better now?

Do we have to earn marital wisdom through “trial and error?”

If I can’t wrap my head around taking care of just myself on some days, how do married couples manage to take care of themselves (their jobs, children, finance, inlaws, health etc) on a daily basis without going crazy?

What is the secret you people are not telling us?

And enough of trying to sugarcoat the truth, please tell us as it is. 

Let’s know if we’re truly mature enough to handle it. 

***

||On Living in Nigeria.

To live in any country can be challenging, but to live in a struggling third world country such as Nigeria is nothing short of exasperating.

Living in Nigeria demands a certain level of courage and doggedness that you don’t even know you have.

It’s only a few months to 2020 and we are no where near achieving the 24 hour/day electricity supply promised by our founding fathers. 

Shall we talk about the despicable state of many of our major roads? 

Or the constant nightmare of encountering highway marauders despite the numerous security checkpoints?

And while our political leaders and law enforcers are a far cry from the ideal, the average nigerian citizen is also as corrupt as they come.

We believe the only way to get even is by cheating a system that has woefully failed us. 

So we don’t mind being dubious about our tax returns.

We falsify academic results to get appointment letters and refuse to pay for electricity, water supply or waste disposal, if we can help it. 

Our attitude to work whether in the private or public sector is so nonchalant. 

The aim of the average Nigerian employee is to do as little as possible but get the highest benefit. 

An average Nigerian doesn’t mind shunting the queues whether in the banking hall, on the highway or in the supermarket.

How do we solve a problem like Nigeria? Where do we even begin from?

Should we all just leave and forget about this annoying country?

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*PDA: Public Display Of Affection.

Cheers,

:::requ1ne:::

     ❤️❤️❤️

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