I sat at the edge of a public bus held up in the ritual evening traffic...and there he was with the faded hoodie, desperately trying to sell me some chewing gum. A heavy duty vehicle almost struck him down because he wanted to sell his merchandise worth a little over a dollar. And all i could scream in fear was 'Are you crazy?'
Of course i could shout that and look down on him because i am considered better off. But as if that wasn't a brush near death, my guy continued to pester me to buy his gum.
What he is...is...he is Nigerian.
The power of persistence, the power to succeed against all odds. He is a reflection of the thousands of many Nigerians who push against death, against strife, against an insensitive government and against self to reach the top
He is like many of us...Nigerian & Proud.