Being Nigerian goes beyond citizenship. It is a state of being. A state of being as varied as the many languages that can be found in the country. It is a culture and a real way of life. Sometimes, it can function as a survival skill; at other times, it comes with a mind-set you need to break free from. Still, what does being Nigerian really mean? Below are some of the thoughts that come to mind.
Being Nigerian, sometimes, can mean originating from one part of the country, living in another. Sometimes, it can also mean never having never stepped foot in your state of origin. It can mean living like a migrant, in your own country – calling one place home, but knowing deep inside that, it is not really home. It can mean staying in one part all your life and seeing other parts of the same country like they are different continents altogether (Yes, Adamawa from Lagos, by road, for NYSC, is that far).
Being Nigerian, sometimes, can mean having a semblance of multiple personality disorder. It can mean that different locations call for different changes in behaviour and, some, more than others (Lagos is a place that tests the different personalities you might have, in fact, the whole of Nigeria is in Lagos abeg). It implies being sophisticated with a pinch of razz (VI/Lekki vibes with a pinch of Ojuelegba/Mushin); forgetting that you’re actually one of your village people (after all, you’re from the same village; all my Igbo people are on this table, Ogun state people too); claiming sanity with a little tendency for madness on the side (Lagos and Aba ha!); thinking in twenty-first-century but second guessing in superstition (Osun made me do this, Edo too); driving past an accident with prayers but still on high speed (If you like don’t drive fast – when passing through Ondo, shey you have not heard of kidnapping before; Nassarawa or Adamawa, Boko Haram is in Sambisa but the armed forces on these roads will teach you to move fast – to God be your glory) and living in a system where innocent men can be put in prison for thieves to attain presidency (this is all of us abeg).
Being Nigerian, sometimes, can mean living life like it is a paradox. Something like a general love for jollof but wars and rumours of wars when it comes to tribalism OR a deeper trust in BBNaija results and Betnaija outcomes than INEC results. It can mean that going on a road trip can do wonders to your tongue from the peppery west, to the savoury east, to the seafood south and the sweet-spicy north. The central will just scatter your head. What of the super power of understanding our then President Buhari enough to feel disappointed, even though we do not hear a pinch of what is said. It could mean audacity where others would have none, like facing bullets with only flags to hold.
Most of all, being Nigerian is having hope, even when everything says no; claiming joy even when broken by a system; laughing even if surrounded by sorrow, throwing parties even when a bag of rice is turning into new gold; taking japa as a visa out of sapa and, yet, still missing this complicated home.
Hoping against hope.
What does being Nigerian look like to you? Let me know in the comment section or who knows, do me an entire write up as a response…
AZAR