LAS LAS WE GO DEY ALRIGHT

LAS LAS WE GO DEY ALRIGHT

  May 26, 2019    InspireForte Solutions

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Life as we know it can be so deceitful. One moment it is all sweet and rosy, and before you know it you are left for dead. Responsibilities sap every ounce of strength in you and expectations can weigh you down more than hitting the gym. How can one survive in the world of endless possibilities and twists? Well. Ask different people and they’ll give you a million answers. Just a walk down the streets and you’ll hear a familiar audio playing from Otapiapia sellers that could wake even the dead.

“e dey kill mosquito well well, e dey kill landlord, e dey kill tenant…”

Even the mosquitoes are aware that just a spray of it can send them to hell. For that guy making a few sales could just be what is needed to make his day a happy one. He’s happy and content with what he has rather than becoming a gentleman on the highway. Well for most people, it’s all or nothing. They haven’t realized that enough money is never enough.

Life tastes differently too. For some, it gives sweet sensation while for others it is sour. But yet I still wonder why the women who sell cherry popularly known as either udara or agbalimo would never tell someone the truth.

“Na nwanu e sweet well well”

You’ll be glad to have finally found something that will make you stop thinking about your problems.  But after tasting them, you almost want to cry. They tend to forget that the hardship in the country is depressing enough and making you buy another ‘bitterness’ to add to it, is suicidal. Anyway-sha that’s their hustle and if they don’t sell, they won’t eat.  

Is there a better life out there for the commoner in my country? The word “hustle” has got different meanings in my beloved country. Well, people engage in different stuffs for survival.  Even the mad people on the streets are not left out as they trek miles around places hustling from one refuse dump to another in search of their own daily bread. The commercial sex worker plies her trade and is seen and publicly called “ashawo’, while others hustle on code and are private dealers known as ‘runs girls’. Nothing concern agbero with overload as long as his sky boy is assured.

Why are we suffering? The yahoo boy who needs female pants to buy Benz, and his celebrated as a hero, while the guy next door earning an honest living is seen as not doing well enough. He is advised to follow the path of his friend who has hit it big. “Any which way na way” you hear them hurl at him. He’s caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. The Politician is unconcerned about the people as long as election period is over.  Therefore, he doesn’t need the masses to vote for him until four years time when he’ll be coming to share money and food stuffs to appease their minds again. The bank manager in the office adds few zeros in order to siphon money and is seen as a saint. Meanwhile, others are killed for breaking into the bank for theft. Though they are guilty, but so too is the bank manager. Why do we treat them differently? One is a corporate thief whose job title is a foil for his sin, while the other is seen as the society’s number one public enemy whose meandering is a toga for his sin. For both the Politician and the bank manager, they are hustling and it is real. We live in country with different shades of falsehood.

Despite all the hardship and challenges, las las we go dey alright. Just live right.