I read today on Instablo9ja that Mohammad Ali’s 45 years old ONLY SON is broke and homeless. The great Mohammad Ali’s son had no roof over his head. It was shocking. He claimed to have been denied his inheritance and bla bla bla. I thought it was the most ridiculous story ever. How can a 45-year old man be broke because he doesn’t have access to his father’s money? The answer came to me easily, entitlement; the feeling that for whatever reason, the world owes you something.
In my second year at the University of Port Harcourt, I paid a friend of mine a visit one day. We were catching up and I mentioned that I felt like eating chicken from a certain eatery but I was broke. She laughed at me and asked if I didn’t have any “guy” to take me to the eatery. She went further to say that she could never take herself out on her own money, wondering what all the guys around her were meant for. Of course I made it clear that eating what I wanted didn’t depend on the availability of a man to get it for me.
Let’s take another scenario. My neighbour back in school, would smoke weed all day and begin harassing me for food, saying that I’m a girl, so I should be nice and take care of him. One day when I couldn’t take his nonsense anymore I warned him to never approach me over food again as I was neither his wife nor a restaurateur. Needless to say, we didn’t speak again after that incident.
For my friend, it was the assumption that guys are supposed to provide for her and for my neighbour, I was a girl, an Akwa Ibom one at that (which by the way, has to be the joke of the millennium) and he should be partaking of the wonders of my kitchen because we were neighbours. I’ll say this once, nobody owes you jack!
Your uncle has a lot of money but doesn’t give you any. So what?
Your friend travelled to Dubai but couldn’t even get you ordinary wristwatch. Did you buy her flight ticket?
Your Aunty is a top manager in an international organisation yet you are jobless. Is it your father’s company?
When you keep waiting for hand outs, for people to always cater to you because of whatever reason you’ve come up with, you’ll be disappointed plenty of times. And when you get disappointed, resentment sets in. Next thing you know, you can’t be productive because your heart is full of grudges and your life, excuses.
Adulthood = responsibility. Being an adult is hard work. So take responsibility for your life, work hard and earn your place in this world. If people help you out and make your journey easier, be grateful. If they don’t, then so be it. Shikena!
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