A little piece of Advice

Advice 1

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This is just a short story....

It's just a chapter and it's a bit of a shout out to Africans, mostly Nigerians. It's Nigerian based, cause I love my country no matter what.

Thanks for reading this, cause I never thought anyone would.❤
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What's going on in the minds of young Africans of today? Why has the Western culture influenced us so much? Or is it just me and my useless brain over thinking bout this stuff? No.

I also want to go abroad, develop that so longed American accent, grow my hair as long as it can be and make money. Probably sef, find a White husband for myself. This is probably the dream of young African girls today and boys too.

But mine is different. Yeah i want to travel abroad, i want to see the many historical places of Europe, Asia, America, I want to go sightseeing, climb mountains, meet people, try new foods, learn new things, you know.

But the fact that I'm not following the crowd makes me feel left out. But why? Why do they all want to leave? Why are they so eager to leave the country in search of 'greener pastures'. What kind of excuse is that?

"Nene, are you leaving too?"

"Ehen nah? Ahh who wants to stay in Nigeria kwanu?" She answered.

"Ooh. Alright, be good."

"Chidinma you nko?"

"Dhurr, haven't I told you, Canada all the way. You'll soon see me with Canadian dollars​... Doooolllllaaaarrrrsssss."

*Fake laugh...

"Stacey,you?"

"Ehen na, Nigerian universities don't really have the course I think I want to do. I can't study psychology or philosophy here."

"But UNN is also good."

"Neh, it's not as good as I want it." She said. Wow.

"Wowwww, so all of you are leaving?" I never thought there'd be a time when all the friends I grew up with would eventually leave me back here.

Everyone in class wants to go abroad to study.. Greatman, Harold, Sophie, Nneoma, Chidinma, Amarachi, Nene, Stacey, all of them... I feel so left out.

Why am I doing law again? I kept on asking myself. To protect the right of dignity of the human person. Yeah! To make Nigeria better... For change.

But is it possible? Is it worth it? It should be?

"So when are you coming back?" I asked, not directing the question to anyone in particular.

"Me, I'm never coming back here oo. Hmm what am I coming here to do kwan?" Nene answered.

"Why nah? You won't even come back to see me?"

"Ahh there's phone available nah. We can video call and I'll be talking in that my new American accent. You know wah I'm sayin'?"

"Nene, not fair oo."

"Nnah Olachi, like I told you, Canada all the way. Unless I'll just come to visit you and give you small cash, or show you that I've made it." Chidinma answered.

"Ehhn ehhn issok issok! Canadian dollars egbuola gi ( Canadian dollars have​ killed you)"

"Abeg i jhorr. Hapu m(leave me alone)" she said laughing.

"Stacey?"

"Depends ooh... When I'm done I may come back but I don't feel like cause I still want to study Writing there as well".