Nigerian At Heart

Hello there. Yep, i’m talking to you alright so listen up. Some of you might be here to validate my own thoughts on being nigerian my people it’s my story so leave am for me, why others might be here to enjoy a good read. So, no matter which category you fall into, stay glued to your mobile, your pc and have a go at it. This story is for you, so enjoy!!!

Being nigerian is everything. It’s so deep for one to simply just put words to it. You simply have to experience it. For those of us 90’s kids and our elders (80’s kids papa’s and mama’s), it’s in the darkness and heat you sleep in, with the light source being a lantern or a candle stick, it’s in the mosquitos you fight at night till you give in and let them have a go at you (you tried at least). It’s in the waking up by 5.30 a.m to greet your parents, join the morning devotion(which you sleep through most part of it) and begin the dreadful plate washing you do every morning and wondering if there is more to life.

It’s in that 20 Naira you get from mum or dad before running down to school in that oversized school uniform with your food flask in one hand. It’s in the prayers you make while hurrying down to school wishing to avoid that wicked teacher(or prefect) at the gate who would give you some lashes or some odd chore like cleaning the toilet(those prefects were sent from the village i swear) or cutting grass.

It’s in the joy you feel when they didn’t check those keeping long nails or those who made the wrong hair style for that week. It’s in reciting the national anthem and singing those joyful songs as you march back into your classroom(Everyone had their favorite)


Parents listen to your children,

We are the leaders of tomorrow,

Try to pay our school fees

And give us sound education

….(shouts) baba ibadan

It’s in hitting the desk to greet your teacher as he comes in to lecture you (pam pam pa pa pa pam…. Good morning sir……..may God bless you sir). It’s in writing names of noisemakers and making new enemies in class. It’s in playing football, touch-and-do, hide-and-seek, canter-ball, biro-fighting, horse man(those small horse men you buy and hit the desk to see which falls first), ten-ten etc during your break periods and after school with friends.

It’s in going home together as a group, walking along the roadside buying cheap ice creams, goody-goody and gossiping about events that happened that day. It’s in watching those cartoons they show at 4.00pm and laughing like a kid teletubbies, tom and jerry, cow and chicken, top cat etc. It’s in having mum sit down with you to make sure you get your homeworks done. It’s in running towards the door when you hear dad coming and jumping on him, hugs and kisses everywhere, it’s in asking him what he bought for you and going through his bag. It’s in watching “super story” on thursdays and “tales by moonlight” on sunday.

It’s in going to bed by 9.00pm safely tucked under one on mum’s wrappers to overshadow the mosquitoes this time. It’s in saying your night prayers and hitting the repeat button again.

Now we’re grown up and all, with our own unique experience. Things are different now. Our daily experience, our thought processes, our homes and family our friends and all that. Life is less simple now, but all still the Nigerian experience. The traffic, the curses you throw at the driver on your way to work, the morning rush and all that.

Being nigerian is at heart. Not what we wear or what we look like. The shared experience we’ve all encountered entails deeply our own unique version of being nigerian. Stay true to yourself, stay true to the happiness and peace you once felt when you were younger.


STAY NIGERIAN AT HEART. What’s your own experience on being Nigerian?

Philip Balogun

Some say I'm crazy, some are right. I love what i do and do what i love.


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