I am just tired of Nigeria. The way this Nigeria is set up is in levels and everybody is just supposed to know their place and position. The rich befriend the rich and the poor are expected to network with the poor. In the same way it is expected that when things happen in Nigeria it is the educated people that should have a say while the uneducated people should just sit back and observe.
Unfortunately I am neither uneducated nor can I just sit down and watch as things happen around me. Whenever I tell my fellow conductors that I am actually a graduate they laugh at me and call me a dreamer. The truth is that I have forgotten how to dream and that is why I, a graduate from a Nigerian Polytechnic is doing conductor work.
My parents died when I was in school and the little money they left me as well as the house I sold is what was able to allow me finish school. I finished school and for 4 years I was looking for work. Everywhere I went to they did not want to hire any one with less than 5 years working experience and yet nobody wanted to give me the opportunity of experience. Nigeria is a terrible country I tell you. By the time I was 29 and looking for work people were asking me questions so I dropped it all and because a bus conductor – at that point I was already living like one anyway.
None of these situations however prevent you from still feeling pain at the hardship of another human being. These girls that have been abducted for over two weeks now have been on my mind. It is amazing because here in the park it is almost as if nothing has happened in the outside world. We still talk our normal talks of booze, shepe, girls and how to make money. But somewhere outside there the whole of Nigeria is unhappy.
Sometimes in the bus one person will just bring up the topic and the whole bus will start talking about it. I can always hear how frustrated everyone is but it’s like the driver does not even hear. It is amazing the way life is going on for some people and I know that the parents of those girls, life will have stopped for them.
It makes me sad. Nigeria makes me sad.
For the past two weeks I have not even thought about going to the studio. Any free time that I have had I have used it to go and join protests at Onikan, Freedom Park and many more places. The truth of the matter is that whether a bus conductor of Dangote, whether a passenger or limousine driver, whether a father or a mother – as long as we are in this Nigeria together our goal right now should be one thing only and that is how to #BringBackOurGirls.
Everyday is one day too long. We need to do more.
May God help us all.
29-year-old Boye Fafunwa has always been called Fabo by his friends and in school. He has no idea how the name originated and almost always introduces himself simply as “Fabo”.
Having grown up in the rural areas of Ogun State, deciding to go to Lagos – a land of greener pastures, has been a roller-coaster experience for him. When Fabo was thrown into Lagos Life as an upcoming and thirst-driven artist, he vowed to be seen at all the events and with all the top names in the music industry. Even though he is a graduate who studied Industrial Art at The Federal Polytechnic Ilaro in Ogun State, he has been pushed to a life of hardship by a recent loss of all he holds dear.
Fabo lives in a self-contain apartment in Adeniji Adele surviving on money gotten from his day job of being a bus conductor. At night Fabo transforms into a typical young man in Lagos who is just looking to survive and become famous.
These are his chronicles, brought to you every Monday through FAB Magazine Online.