
This morning I woke up with my Saturday morning “To do List” on my mind, I water my date trees muttering a prayer under my breath for a Parcel of land to transplant each strand (I will explain this in another episode.) Mornings are a great time to imagine and daydream as the house is still quiet, and I think about all the events that have built me up to this day. I smile, I curse, I hiss and grin to myself (an observer would have thought I might be a little crazy). I ask myself, “Oyinda are you okay with were you are?” I close my eyes and memories flood by, I remember when my parents asked me to relocate to UK, I turn my Dad down politely, I could see the surprise in his eyes, “Oyinda, are you sure? Your younger ones will be better off than you" he says with concern, (for my readers, I am a Nigerian living in Nigeria, ) my dad was affluent in his time, however at that point in time in my life I did not want to start all over again, there was this inner voice that told me to stay in Nigeria with all the madness, ( I still see myself as way too civilized to live in Nigeria but you create the world you want to live in). My mum was furious! “Oyinda, I do not understand you! My friends have asked you to come to Canada, your dad asks you to come to UK, yet you want to live in Nigeria. O ga fun e o! (Yoruba, translated in English: you are a case study). I ignore my mother’s voice and I keep in the hole I have always been in. My parents meant well. Why should I gamble my life in a Country that was written off? (I do not know why.)
I ask Faderera when she joined me with the chores, she is more “” ajebutter”” (a slang for polished and refined in yoruba ) than I am. “is Canada where you really want to migrate to? Not USA or UK, your dad and I can afford any part of the World dearie” I ask her, she looks at me quizzically, than elation shows in her eyes, “Mum, Canada I love!, “ she replies back. “okay” I silently reply. Faderera will put my Flag on the moon in Canada I tell myself. Faderera asks me “mum why did you not relocate?” I do not know I tell her, maybe to give you a experience that will make you a better person, to give you that dogged Nigerian characteristic that makes you strong against all odds, to teach you that there is always an alternate route in life, but more importantly to create the world you want to live in and not live other people’s lives. Faderera (Faderera is a Yoruba name meaning “the Crown I rest upon”) looks at me and wonders why I am so deep in thought this morning.
I dedicate this chapter to every Nigerian all over the World, whom have looked for a better life in an more organised society, not the thieving political race whom are living large (I curse you all , each time I hit a pothole, or the electricity goes off for 14 hours a day, or I have to self medicate my ailments).
To the Nigerians whom get hustled by immigration, whom work so hard to live a decent life, the professionals whom have excelled in their careers, whom watch Channels TV and Sahara Reporters to know what Bukola Saraki is doing to stall his trial, for the Nigerians whom cannot come home because they need a little more cash, for those who have better the life of their Siblings and parents, setting up businesses in Nigeria. I am proud of you all.
Life is worth ling happy.
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