LAGOS LIFE OR HARSH LIFE?

Nigeria 8:35 pm
...At home no power the whole day...you curse under your breath when you remember that you are out of diesel to run your Gen set
You remember the long queue at the filling station and how long it took you to get gas for your car....you wonder why you have to hustle for something that is supposed to abundant in your country ( hustle for basic things like food, water, power etc)
You go to an eatry to cool off and end up paying so much to get a decent meal and what happens?....you are served stale meals!
You don't complain you eat it anyway....to make matters worse the waiter/waitress over charges you sometimes they tell you they don't have change..but it's okay it's just 100 naira..as a matter of fact these people do it as if it were their right..
After all you are a big girl
You fall sick from eating that trash( you should have just gone to a buka at least the food is always fresh) ...the eatry makes money off you , the gas station makes money off you, you spend extra money treating yourself and you come back home to a house with no power and say " it is well"
No it's not....SPEAK UP!

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