Generally, it’s a struggle

After writing the previous post , my old friend from Nigeria called as if he had read the previous post, he explained the hardship [he’s facing] back home. Generally, I thought, everyone thinks theirs is the worse until they hear someone else’s story. I can complain about the religion, schooling and the fallacy of educating; what it all comes down to is, the essence and meaning our life is getting.

Him talking about being depressed got me slightly depressed thinking of the many who are out there, seeking hope and wondering if there is even any at all — even more, it makes me take seriously the privilege (which I’m only very lucky to have) I have. And as I will continue to say, I find that my primary goal in life is to continue,in my best possible capacity to extend the privilege I have, everyone and anyone (within reason) deserves a chance to be happy.

For a slight detour off continuing my series on my journey to loosing myself off the American-dream slavery, I’m reminded of a song by one of my musical God, Fela Anikulapo Kuti that describes the struggle Africans (and indeed many black race) face, daily. It reminds me of that Nigerian struggle that is unfortunately still holding the nation:

So Africans, listen to me as Africans
And you non-Africans, listen to me with open mind
All this suffering
It’s your fault
Again I say, it’s your fault

Every day, in house, struggling
Every day, on road, hustling
Every day, on bus, struggling
Every day, on work, hustling

My people, the struggle

This is what happens to we Africans, every day
Between me and you
Now listen

The struggle happens to
We Africans all over the world

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