I have managed to refrain from commenting on the Nigerian elections, although it has been very very hard for me considering my blatant dislike for that place. *spits on the ground at the very mention of Nigeria*
Despite the riots, fake debates, explosions, ignorant politicians, and various attempts to steer the election wrong, it would seem that everything was "fair" overall.
What is my reaction you may ask? Congratulations are in order. After all, it has only taken decades to accomplish elections that were maybe kinda sorta possibly fair if you ignore a lot.
Many are calling these the fairest elections in recent Nigerian history. That is probably true, but the idea that this is the best that the country can do in 2011? No comment.
Of course, let us all not forget the brilliant people rioting in the north because...well I'm not really sure I know why they are rioting. Is it even worth the energy to find out? It is so easy to consider people in northern Nigeria as ignorant, whiny, and delusional when they behave like this. I am sure there is an unspoken consensus in Nigeria that the northern part of the country drags everybody else down with their thinking and behavior. Don't think so? I urge you to come up with a useful and/or progressive contribution that any state above the Abuja border has made towards the growth of the country known as Nigeria. Yam, leather, and tomatoes do not count.
But, I am not here to discuss the many problems in Nigeria or I would be at this for the next decade or so.
Work has become a pain in the ass. Over the last few weeks, I have barely had time to do anything except show up in the morning and leave tired in the evening. Weekends have been relegated to "recovery days" for the work week. I've been feeling overwhelmed, as I wrote earlier, and I have not been able to catch a breath.
Adding to the business from work, are the two classes I am taking. I am only 4 chapters into my Accounting class, and I am already tired. I now know--for sure--that I have no interest in accounting. I have also developed a tiny amount of respect for CPAs. Of course they use software to do what I am learning to do by hand as part of my class, but I still respect anyone that can understand the myriad ways of recording company financial information.
Interestingly enough, my birthday is coming up in 3 weeks. I will be a whole year older. Last year I had plans, but this year I don't think I have the energy to do anything at all. In fact, I think I will just stay home and wait for people to mail me gifts (message me for my mailing address). Maybe I'll go for dinner and a movie? Nothing major. I was really looking forward to May but April has been kicking my butt for the last 20 days and I have no energy for May.
Okay, one more mention about Nigeria.
Today I told my father that I do not understand why he has bothered with developing a village house in Nigeria when no one will ever go there to visit it. He gave me this look and then said, "We must keep a house in Nigeria". I gave him a look right back and told him that I know neither I nor my sister are going back there to live in said house.
Readers, I can count on one hand the number of times I have been to my village in Nigeria and this includes the time when I was living in Nigeria. When I was young, and I mean younger than 10, I considered it a point of honor that I did not go to my village every Christmas like some people. While others were filling up SUVs for road trips to the village, I was packing luggage for a flight to the UK for Christmas. (I am not boasting here, it is just true). Whose fault is it that I could care less about a house in the village? Knowing this, I do not understand my father's need to maintain something there that nobody will use.
I live here. I work here. My family is here. Why would I want to throw all this away to go and live in a house in the village?
Its amazing isn't it, that after just complaining about stress and feeling tired and overwhelmed, I'm still against going to live the "relaxed" life in Nigeria.
I HAD NIGHTMARES
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