Welcome to a country where everything is a reason for festivity. A youth dies. It is a cause for a lavish burial. An elder dies. The more reason there should be merriment. Two people decide to spend the rest of their lives together and coolers and pots are filled with soldiers designed to invade the stomach and fill it up. A child is born. A child is named. A child is dedicated. A house foundation was laid. A house was completed and is ready for occupation. A student is matriculated. A graduate is convoked. It is Christmas. New year. Easter. Nothing is excused from celebration.
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A country where the poor spends their entire life savings or a part of it on ceremonies without thinking of the hardship that will follow.
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A country where attendance is not by invitation. Where random people attend random events they merely heard of. A country where people attend events without having breakfast to keep the stomach empty and welcoming to free meals.
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Welcome to a country where no ceremony is taken for granted. Welcome to my country. Nigeria!
