How teenagers and young adults can contribute to the society!

Hey guys,

So I volunteered to help a community (Ijeh at Obalende, Lagos) and it was a great experience.
I was reminded of why we all need to help others in any way we can, no matter how small.

A fellow volunteer journaled his experience and I would like you to read it.


It was a Restructure Africa initiative and you can check them out on Instagram @RestructureAfrica


On a faithful day I saw the bubbles initiative picture on a friend’s whatsapp status and I quickly reached out to her that I wanted to volunteer for it. I have always had the heart for this but never really knew how far i could actually go for it. I was added to the group, doing my observations and see where exactly I could fit in and made contributions were necessary. Then I was reached out by the project coordinator (Moyo) to head one of the sub groups which was transport and communications team. I was scared cause I didn’t know how to go about it, was scared of failing but she encouraged me and told me what to do and how to go about it. So yes I decided to head that team. So I went out with the team when necessary, to the market to buy foodstuffs, to…

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How Many Children Should We Have?

“Papa  Amaka, hope say you wear raincoat today oo… Remember wetin government talk oo.”

So early this week, I saw a headline that the Minister of Finance in Nigeria said that the FG (Federal Government) was going to limit the number of children per mother. I’m not going to go into how I think it almost doesn’t make sense that this sanction is to be placed on the wife meaning the husband can still have his football team with different mothers. (Oops, I kinda went there, did I?)
Anyways, I’m sure we have sensible people in government who will think through this policy if it is ever passed.

This post is about me wondering if Nigeria is ready for a population control policy.
In 1979 in China, they introduced the one-child policy. It limited the amount of children parents could have although there were some exceptions like in some rural areas if the first child was a daughter and then if the ethnic group was a minority. It lasted about three or more decades and according to the Chinese government, about 400 million births were avoided. (They still hold the top populous country in the world with 1.386 billion people as at 2017)

How China implemented the policy

The Family Planning Policy was enforced through a financial penalty in the form of the “social child-raising fee”, sometimes called a “family planning fine” in the West, which was collected as a fraction of either the annual disposable income of city dwellers or of the annual cash income of peasants, in the year of the child’s birth.[1] For instance, in Guangdong, the fee is between 3 and 6 annual incomes for incomes below the per capita income of the district, plus 1 to 2 times the annual income exceeding the average. Both members of the couple need to pay the fine.[2]

As part of the policy, women were required to have a contraceptive intrauterine device (IUD) surgically installed after having a first child, and to be sterilized by tubal ligation after having a second child. From 1980 to 2014, 324 million Chinese women were fitted with IUDs in this way and 108 million were sterilized. Women who refused these procedures – which many resented – could lose their government employment and their children could lose access to education or health services. The IUDs installed in this way were modified such that they could not be removed manually, but only through surgery. In 2016, following the abolition of the one-child policy, the Chinese government announced that IUD removals would now be paid for by the government.[3]

It was changed to a two-child policy in 2016.

Back to my country Nigeria.
In my country, I have heard of some people in some areas who don’t say the number of children they have due to superstitious or traditional beliefs I suppose. People in these areas consider it an abomination to count people while they are still alive. (This is a problem of population census in Nigeria)

And then the ones who see children as a show of wealth. The more, the merrier. (El Oh El. Do we still have people that think like this?)

Oh, and as a country described by the International Monetary Fund to be developing, we are the 7th populous country in the world. (Only African country in top 10, Whoop! Whoop!)

Will population control policies work in Nigeria? What will the fine(s) be? What will the incentives be? Because there just has to be an incentive for this to work

Imagine, Papa Amaka ‘inconveniencing’ himself when government won’t appreciate his efforts.
Mama Amaka is growing fatter due to hormonal imbalance of birth control pills.

What are your thoughts on population control policies in Nigeria?

This is the  List of countries in the world by population

Found this when I was surfing, 10 astounding population policies around the world

P.S: Male birth control pills have passed a safety test. Coming soon.

* Reference – Wikipedia – One-child policy


Green blood = Bad blood?

I met someone!
We went on a ride.
During this ride, we happened to have a conversation.
He told me of how he represented Nigeria in sports when he was younger.
Of how he did it out of love for the country and not the money.
He came back and trained to be a mobile policeman.
He told the story of how he trained under renowned and reputable officers back in the day.
He is now a keke driver.
He still spoke with a lot of pride for his country.
I was sad.
Sad for how his country has failed him.
Sad on how there’s no database to show great people that have served her.
Sad that he’ll be ‘one of those people’ that represented Nigeria.

As Independence Day draws near, I ask myself why I should still believe in this country.
On why I still get appalled when the Series ‘Nigeria’ reels out episodes day by day.
On why I still believe there could be a change.

Right now, I really have no answers.
I just know there’s this innate belief that things will be better. Things will change.
We aren’t going to have to wait till the end of the tunnel to see the light. The tunnel itself is being lighted up.
Maybe my blood is green.
I am Nigerian.

Remember, my post for when Nigeria was 56?
I was frustrated with Internet network. Check it out here.

Dear Neighbour

Dear Neighbour,

How do you do?

It has been a while since you moved in.

Do you know you have neighbours?

Do you smell my mother’s stew on Sunday or the Afang soup on Wednesdays?
Do you smell the onion in the hot oil and then plantain frying? You cannot mistake that smell.
Do you smell the party jollof rice, the garlic, the ginger, the atarodo, the burning, the mixture of all the spices coming together?

Do you see us peeping from the windows when there is a fight on the street?
When you stand at your window, do you see us running in our play clothes in our compound?
Do you wonder why my brother is running around naked and chasing us for his clothes?
Do you see us come out to dance when it starts to rain?
Do you laugh at our attempt to trim the flowers and clean our compound?

Do you hear my dad shouting at me to wash the car?
Do you hear my mum telling us not to eat if we won’t wash our plates immediately after eating?
Do you hear our fights when we play board games?

Do we entertain you?

We smell the bleached palm oil and cough every Sunday evening.

We hear shouting and pounding through the wall and wonder what happens behind the closed door.

We see you tell your children not to play with us.

We sense you hoping we will throw your football over so you do not have to come over.

When we see each other outside of our walls, don’t you think we need to smile at each other?

After all, we are neighbours.

Here is to all the good neighbours out there!
May we know them, may we be them.

Can you recall all the neighbours you’ve ever had?

Have you been a horrible neighbour? Change ya ways!

How is choosing to be intentional about this month going? Remember my post here about being super intentional about your time this month!

Stay safe, stay warm. ☕☕☕