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Entitlement Mentality

The entitlement mentality is a deep seethed cancer growing in most Nigerians without them even knowing

It materializes the second they help you out

Kindness is tied to worship

Until you bow down and worship in thanksgiving for a little help given, the typical Nigerian is not satisfied

They want you to acknowledge them for the most basic help Google can offer

Why didn't you ask Google then, the simpletons will ask...

Sometimes you feel more trusting to a familiar human than a habitual search engine

So you seek assistance from a man not a machine, but flesh and bones will always be flesh and bones

At least Google or AI doesn't care if you say thanks after it solves your problem

In fact, it's satisfaction is complete when you rate it 5 stars from a seamless experience

But not the typical Nigerian

You must submit yourself and worship at their feet when help is rendered

A friend I considered close always came to me for her emotional and psychological needs

I never charged her for these services nor expected gratitude

I always left all I had to do and empathized with her until her challenges were resolved

Not once, not twice, this was a regular routine for us

We might stay months without chatting then boom!!!

Family problems

Emotional challenge

It didn't matter, I always put in my Sunday best for her matter

Now, because she works in a particular industry, I sought her experience/assistance with a nagging challenge I was having with one of their products

It's not something that required payment else I would have payed

It's just a matter of I did what I was told to do and it's still not working, why, what should I do kinda issue.

I went to her for the second time to help me with the right answer to the question of activation

Google wasn't forthcoming for me so I needed human help.

She referred me to a friend who was closer to me because we both live in different states and so it was out of her scope of knowledge.

I was grateful to her and expressed my thanks there and then sincerely.

Her friend was so kind and sweet and went out of his way to help. He couldn't in the end because I couldn't wait for him to finally sort it out, I ended up resolving it quicker with help from a colleague in my office.

Get this

Weeks passed and we didn't exchange words which is usually the case with our friendship, suddenly she reached out to ask about the challenge I had.

I was touched she remembered, and I apologized for not reaching back again soonest to let her know I finally did it. It was too light a matter to simply drag

But the average Nigerian is stuck in a perpetual utopian state of basic entitlement culture

Aunty wasn't having it, she felt entitled to my eternal gratitude and the messiah complex in her kicked in

She expected me to file a report and still give thanks, so she sent me an epistle, asking me not to come to her for similar issues again

I woke up and instead of a good morning I saw the tirade of an entitled small mind

Nothing surprises me anymore with Nigerians

I simply ignored and deleted the message, then replied to enlightened minds like mine

Then like a flash I decided to share this experience because I know this is Nigeria and 8 out of 10 people have experienced this cancer.

Insecurity and poverty have turned most people into worship and praise junkies

We want loyalty and prize for the most basic help we render

We want receipts for every Garri we give our neighbor

I mean this is a country where someone expects you to greet them first because they moved in before you!!!

Such averageness is expected but when it comes from someone you didn't expect it to, it hurts and then it doesn't

Life goes on.


The Authorpreneur

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