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Nigeria... The Lost Tribe



Self-doubt!

It is in our DNA.

We were born this way in Nigeria.

It began long ago during the colonial era

We were slaves to our insecurities long before we were born!

Sadly, long after the white man left

We are still slaves

To a new master

Worse than the white man!

This master is inferiority complex

It is omnipresent

Everywhere we go, even in the air

The only escape is being born outside Nigeria

So long as you are born in Nigeria, you are a slave to this master.

You don't believe you can make it by being you!

Firstly, we deny our accent and fake our tongues to sound white!

Schools in Nigeria will give first-class treatment and employment to the teacher who sounds American or European... No matter how shallow and mediocre they are.

Nigerian parents will pay a fortune so their kids can sound white, phonetics they call it.

Ignorant of the beauty and class the African accent wields.

You turn on the TV, you see a black man but hear a White man, it's always faked and forced.

You tune into the radio, you know it's a black woman but what you hear is a forced and fake white voice.

No matter how forced or fake it is, we choose it over our own accent.

You talk Nigerian and you are laughed at in Nigeria!

Hausa, Igbo and Yoruba accent are perceived as Bush, you cringe when you hear someone with the thick accent

But you go wet or erect when you hear a thick French or British accent!

The worst is our Ladies, bleaching their skins to be white.

Yet the whites spent a fortune tanning their skins to look black!

What an irony

Research shows that the white man spends up to $5billion yearly to tan their skin.

Yet we spend peanuts to disfigure ours, just so we can look white!

By God... This slavery is worse than colonial time.

At least then, our forefathers had no choice.

Today, with technology and social media, we aren't forced into slavery, we are brainwashed.

Why?

The average Nigerian is not emotionally intelligent.

Nor mental fit.

They are intellectually and psychologically lazy from birth!

Social media giants but maggots in real life.

Their shout is as useless and soundless as a ghost whispers.

Even the ant, is more regal!

Ants have a purpose and a structure

The average Nigerian is not as sophisticated as the ant colony

So I wouldn't insult the ants by comparing the average Nigerian to them.

And they are ruled by a queen...little wonder they thrive.

Maggots fit the description better.

Other countries have evolved beyond the names given to them by the white men.

Ghana evolved from Gold-coast, India rejected the name the British called them, Bombay and chose their own, Mumbai, Burkina Faso changed from Upper Volta!

But, not Nigeria!

Even the name "Nigeria," is an accident.

Unplanned!

Given by the slayqueen of Lord Lugard.

Probably after a mind-blowing sex, she asked where he was going to and he mentioned it, she couldn't pronounce it so she might have just jokingly said, "that Nigga Area?"

Boom...Nigeria, but who knows such things.

Even Lagos is actually La go,  named by the Portuguese.

And my very own Port Harcourt was named by a despicable rapist and pedophile British non-gentleman!

Several years later, we still worship and dance to the tunes of the colonial drums, while we try to walk in their shadows.

Everything American or European must be better.

Even our voices and echo's, if it isn't foreign, it must be local.

I just read somewhere that the "eh shobe" the Nigerian Army marches and dances to, actually means APES OBEY!'

The white men coined this word to drill the northern soldiers.

We are too tired to know!

Too poor to revolutionalize!

Too stupid and religious to evolve

Too ignorant to force an incompetent old illiterate to vacate the most important seat

Too greedy to refuse and reject bags of rice and bottles of hero

Too stupid to say no to election violence

But not too weak to set a man ablaze for stealing pepper

Not too tired to beat and kill our wives

Not too greedy to demand iPhone X and Brazilian hair

Not too poor to go to Dubai and the abroad for shopping

We would rather sympathize, associate and trust the struggles of the well-fed, first world country than tackle and act on our own third-world present reality and struggles.

The average Nigerian would rather look, sound and act like the same slave Masters who would never ever, ever, never see you as their equals

They would rather be second class to slavery

Than rise up and champion liberty!

The white man has been thinking and continues to do so.

He isn't stronger physically, he knows this...

So he out thinks us!

He introduced religion because he knew that one-day slavery would end.

So find another way to enslave their minds!

But that's a topic for another day.

Let me end by saying this...how many of you know that in America, if you wanna get into the local news business, it is almost impossible if you have a foreign accent?

Imagine that!

Love for their own mother tongue

They won't fake it to sound British or French


A people that made a black man president, the same color we bleach and try to disfigure.

But here, if you must work in the Media house, education institutions, banking industry and practically everywhere, it is difficult, almost impossible if you don't have a foreign accent!

The average Nigerian will go to Ghana and come back with British accent!

The people we are copying are not even impressed, they wanna even look like us and genuinely find our accent fascinating.

We are indeed the lost tribe...literally



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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