I didn't go to this week's Youth Lunch with the President of Nigeria. I got a couple of invitations by email and text, to which I answered, "how many diners will be at the lunch?" Since I had no assurance that it would be a somewhat exclusive lunch - you know, eba and egusi soup with orange juice around the table with Mr. President - and not a rowdy carnival with us jamming to D'Banj music, I decided to respect myself and save my money.
Brings us to two related reasons why I didn't bother:
1. I turned 30 this month. I declare myself a retired youth. Since I am older than 2/3 of Nigeria's population, don't you think I ought to be considered a full-grown citizen and not part of an age-deficient interest group? In some villages, I would already be a young grandmother.
2. The small money I have should not be spent "entering moto" to attend frivolous events. That said, I was sure they would "share money" at the "lunch" and this would just be embarrassing. I am too broke for jokes. Yet I don't feel like joining the mindless feasting on the Nigerian treasury.
You see, this President embraces all interests groups, with a wide PDP umbrella indeed. It's just that I want to be loved differently. Not with jollof rice, Naija music, and transport fare, all of which last a short time, but with good policies, more megawatts, and a working government which will last for generations.
From 411daily:YOUTH LUNCH WITH JONATHAN TURNS INTO ANOTHER BRIBE-FEST
Big Grammar version: Nigeria: The Youth at Lunch with Jonathan