Brilliant but lazy. Writer, Medic, Outsider in every sense of the word. Waterside boy. Co-founder at @w1tchasdao_
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Thousands of educated Nigerians, rich and poor passed that road and saw this, not one of them intervened.
Some may have muttered to themselves: "This is wrong"
Others might have found the scenario of selling a live turtle in traffic funny.
And the rest may not have cared.
But ultimately none interfered
Only one foreigner took the initiative and confronted the seller, even offering to pay to have the turtle released.
Now hundreds of Nigerians are speaking in support "on the internet" but you know as well as I that if it weren't for that brave foreigner, that turtle would've been eaten.
If Nigeria's wildlife conservation is put in the hands of passionate foreigners tomorrow, the same Nigerians who were too lily-livered to confront a common street boy would find their voices and echo their usual cries of racism and neo-colonialism.
Foreign Man Pays Men Attempting to Sell Sea Turtle Along Road Near Eko Hotel, Lagos, and Returns It to the Sea
"Today, I witnessed something that genuinely broke my heart but also restored a little of my faith in humanity.
While leaving Eko Hotel, Lagos State, I saw some men trying to sell a sea turtle in the middle of the road as though it were an ordinary item of trade.
A foreign man stopped and tried everything possible to stop them. He shouted, pleaded and appealed to the people around him, including the uniformed police officers present, to understand that what they were doing was wrong.
Sadly, it seemed his voice was the only one speaking up for a creature that couldn't speak for itself.
However, he refused to give up. He eventually paid the men for the turtle, not to own it but to give it another chance at life.
With the assistance of a police van, the turtle was taken back to the sea and released into its natural habitat."
— A lady shares what she witnessed near Eko Hotel in Lagos State.
I know she hit the guy first and he had a right to defend himself but I can't bring myself to endorse using this level of force against women, even when they're wrong.
I think it's the toxic masculinity in me but I view women as slightly above children in these matters..
They're incredibly soft and very fragile.
Just shove her or something.
I really like stories like this.
Is there a thread full of stories like this I can read?
Sometimes ago around 05/06, in my area then in Ilorin, we usually have water scarcity problem. Once rain stops falling, the wells starts drying up almost immediately.
But there was this particular well that was on the land of an uncompleted building not far from our house.
This well would always mysteriously have water when almost every other well in the area have dried up, so everyone in the area knows about the well.
Because it was so popular, the only time you can get clean water from it is if you go very early in the morning, so it’s kind of like “the earlier the better.”…….
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“Work smarter, not harder” as a saying has never had a more literal showcase.
No one has to live like this.
No one should live like this!
This was a little girl with dreams at some point.
The government spends billions on invasions and white elephant projects but care for the most vulnerable is almost nonexistent.
Watching this video just made me so sad.
This person needs help, not further condemnation.
People kicking her in the comments, what joy do you derive from it?
You don't think she knows she's in a bad situation?
You don't think she blames herself for it?
Let's just try to be more human.
Andrea sells herself on a street corner in Arizona to pay for fentanyl pills. Clients have beaten her, raped her and dumped her on the side of the road with nothing. When she calls the police, she says they want to take her to jail instead. And once she was locked in a room for three days, its walls covered in goodbye notes from the girls who were there before her.
In the video below, the 40-year-old tells how her life ended up here, without raising her voice once.
She grew up being passed from person to person. Her dad took her from her mom at four. At nine, he sent her to live with her grandmother in Texas. At 15, her grandmother had a brain aneurysm and never came home. Andrea left with the first man who would take care of her.
As an adult, she built a real life. She managed hotel properties for most of her career. She had two sons. All she wanted was to give them the stability she never had.
Then she left her husband. She says that in retaliation he destroyed her life and got her kids taken away. She lost the house, then the job.
“I just stuck my head in the sand and disappeared. And nobody came after me.”
She hasn’t spoken to anyone from her old life in four years. Her oldest son is 22 and has a disability. Her youngest is 15. She has no idea what they’ve been told about her.
The drugs started with a doctor. In Texas she was prescribed Vicodin for her back. In Arizona, a new doctor cut her off immediately and pushed surgery. She went to the street for pills and found heroin everywhere. Now she smokes “blues,” counterfeit pills made with fentanyl. She says it’s the only thing that makes her not such a “sad sack.”
She makes two to three hundred dollars a day on 27th Avenue. Just enough for a room and the next day.
Then the host asks about her worst nights. Men who seem kind until the car door locks. Men who beat her. Men who rape her and leave her on the shoulder of the road. Men who drive her far out into nowhere and abandon her.
And then the room.
Three days. A bucket. Tap water. Assaulted again and again. Every wall, the ceiling, even the closet covered in notes: goodbyes to parents, apologies, “I was here.” Then they brought in another girl.
Andrea only got out because of a mix-up. The man who brought her had passed out, and the others assumed she was meant for that room. When he woke up, he told them to let her go. She begged the other girl to come with her. The girl didn’t seem to understand what was happening. She stayed. Andrea never saw her again.
She never reported it. She says every time she calls the police, they want to search her purse and take her to jail.
Somewhere there’s a room full of notes from girls nobody came looking for. Andrea is just the one who walked out.
Some lessons are written in other people’s mistakes. Watch it once. Remember it forever.
Maybe I should post excerpts of my journal here cause we seem to live the same life.
Replace India with Nigeria and you'll find a like for like similarity.
We beg our politicians and leaders to do what they swore to do.
If a Nigerian politician, by reason of some imagined slight, says he's not going to do Project A(which has been budgeted for and approved by the State Assembly), the default response is not one of anger or righteous indignation, it is one of pleading and begging.
We beg these leaders to fulfill their responsibilities and we thank them for doing what they swore to do.
भारत में सेवा करने वाले ब्रिटिश अधिकारियों को इंग्लैंड लौटने पर सार्वजनिक पद/जिम्मेदारी नहीं दी जाती थी। तर्क यह था कि उन्होंने एक गुलाम राष्ट्र पर शासन किया है जिसकी वजह से उनके दृष्टिकोण और व्यवहार में फर्क आ गया होगा। अगर उनको यहां ऐसी जिम्मेदारी दी जाए, तो वह आजाद ब्रिटिश नागरिकों के साथ भी उसी तरह से ही व्यवहार करेंगे। इस बात को समझने के लिए नीचे दिया गया वाकया जरूर पढ़ें...
एक ब्रिटिश महिला जिसका पति ब्रिटिश शासन के दौरान पाकिस्तान और भारत में एक सिविल सेवा अधिकारी था। महिला ने अपने जीवन के कई साल भारत के विभिन्न हिस्सों में बिताए, अपनी वापसी पर उन्होंने अपने संस्मरणों पर आधारित एक सुंदर पुस्तक लिखी।
महिला ने लिखा कि जब मेरे पति एक जिले के डिप्टी कमिश्नर थे तो मेरा बेटा करीब चार साल का था और मेरी बेटी एक साल की थी। डिप्टी कलेक्टर को मिलने वाली कई एकड़ में बनी एक हवेली में रहते थे। सैकड़ों लोग डीसी के घर और परिवार की सेवा में लगे रहते थे। हर दिन पार्टियां होती थीं, जिले के बड़े जमींदार हमें अपने शिकार कार्यक्रमों में आमंत्रित करने में गर्व महसूस करते थे और हम जिसके पास जाते थे, वह इसे सम्मान मानता था। हमारी शान और शौकत ऐसी थी कि ब्रिटेन में महारानी और शाही परिवार भी मुश्किल से मिलती होगी।
ट्रेन यात्रा के दौरान डिप्टी कमिश्नर के परिवार के लिए नवाबी ठाट से लैस एक आलीशान कंपार्टमेंट आरक्षित किया जाता था। जब हम ट्रेन में चढ़ते तो सफेद कपड़े वाला ड्राइवर दोनों हाथ बांधकर हमारे सामने खड़ा हो जाता और यात्रा शुरू करने की अनुमति मांगता। अनुमति मिलने के बाद ही ट्रेन चलने लगती।
एक बार जब हम यात्रा के लिए ट्रेन में सवार हुए, तो परंपरा के अनुसार, ड्राइवर आया और अनुमति मांगी। इससे पहले कि मैं कुछ बोल पाती, मेरे बेटे का किसी कारण से मूड खराब था। उसने ड्राइवर को गाड़ी न चलाने को कहा। ड्राइवर ने हुक्म बजा लाते हुए कहा, जो हुक्म छोटे सरकार। कुछ देर बाद स्टेशन मास्टर समेत पूरा स्टाफ इकट्ठा हो गया और मेरे चार साल के बेटे से भीख मांगने लगा, लेकिन उसने ट्रेन को चलाने से मना कर दिया। आखिरकार, बड़ी मुश्किल से, मैंने अपने बेटे को कई चॉकलेट के वादे पर ट्रेन चलाने के लिए राजी किया और यात्रा शुरू हुई।
कुछ महीने बाद, वह महिला अपने दोस्तों और रिश्तेदारों से मिलने यूके लौट आई। वह जहाज से लंदन पहुंचे, उनकी रिहाइश वेल्स में एक काउंटी में थी जिसके लिए उन्हें ट्रेन से यात्रा करनी थी। वह महिला स्टेशन पर एक बेंच पर अपनी बेटी और बेटे को बैठाकर टिकट लेने चली गई। लंबी कतार के कारण बहुत देर हो चुकी थी, जिससे उस महिला का बेटा बहुत परेशान हो गया था। जब वह ट्रेन में चढ़े तो आलीशान कंपाउंड की जगह फर्स्ट क्लास की सीटें देखकर उस बच्चे को फिर गुस्सा आ गया।
ट्रेन ने समय पर यात्रा शुरू की तो वह बच्चा लगातार चीखने-चिल्लाने लगा। वह ज़ोर से कह रहा था, "यह कैसा उल्लू का पट्ठा ड्राइवर है। उसने हमारी अनुमति के बिना ट्रेन चलाना शुरू कर दी है। मैं पापा को बोल कर इसे जूते लगवा लूंगा।" महिला को बच्चे को यह समझाना मुश्किल हो रहा था कि यह उसके पिता का जिला नहीं है, यह एक स्वतंत्र देश है। यहां डिप्टी कमिश्नर जैसा तीसरे दर्जे का सरकारी अफसर तो क्या प्रधानमंत्री और राजा को भी यह अख्तियार नहीं है कि वह लोगों को अपने अहंकार को संतुष्ट करने के लिए अपमानित कर सके।
आज भले ही हमने अंग्रेजों को खदेड़ दिया है लेकिन हमने गुलामी को अभी तक देश बदर नहीं किया। आज भी कई अधिकारी, एसपी, मंत्री, सलाहकार और राजनेता अपने अहंकार को संतुष्ट करने के लिए आम लोगों को घंटों सड़कों पर परेशान करते हैं।
प्रोटोकॉल आम जनता की सुविधा के लिए होना चाहिए, ना कि उनके लिए परेशानी का कारण।
He should never play football again.
I don't think he should go to jail but he should never be allowed to play on a football pitch again.
