It's been a long while since I came here.... Today however, I came in possession of a write-up from a dear friend of mine I think is worth sharing:
ME AND MY MAIGAD (SECURITY MAN)
Im a born again, tongue speaking, Holy ghost filled Christian from the
Middle Belt extract, and my security man is a full 5 times praying,
chasbi reading devoted Muslim from the Core North, Kebbi State to be
precise, his name is Hassan. I believe if there is one committed,
dedicated, hard working and calm Hausa man I have ever met, it will be
Hassan. Petit in size yet tough on the inside. In the last two years I
have lived in this house, Hassan became the number 9 security guy we
were employing, cos I have a very troublesome neighbor who made life
difficult for all the others that came before him, the longest they have
stayed is 1 month. Yet Hassan has been here for 6 months and still
looks strong. I have come to bond with him to a place of trust, that I
can leave the keys to my house with him when im going out (pls. don't
try that in Lagos), and sometimes I will stop at the gate to chat with
him for a minute before I proceed. He will always look out for me, and
my wife also had grown fond of him and his lovely family. He has a
lovely beautiful wife and a son Abdulsalam. So much so that when we
traveled to England in april, my wife only bought things for his family
and not a single thing for our other neighbors (trust me you don't want
to know why). Every evening if she can, she sends food downstairs for
him, she even gave him some capital to start a small shop by the gate.
That is how close we have become. But sometimes I take a deep look at
Hassan and wonder if the situation or environment where different will
this bond be there. Because here in Lagos, must of the Hausa people I
know are extremely nice, from the shop owner on the street to the okada
riders( one even waved the fee one time when he I spoke Hausa to him, he
was so excited he was carrying a fellow "dan arewa' he said). But truth
be told, possibly Hassan would have put a knife to my neck in a crisis
period if the location were different, or I probably would have
mobilized a reprisal attack on his family if the location were
different. So what is it about being far from the Middle belt and the
North that brings us together, yet we cant stand each other back there.
Could it be that our host here in the South West absolutely don't care
where you come from so longs as you can catch the speed here and so live
in peace with everyone and we don't have a choice than to live in peace
with one another. Here we are hardly extremist or fanatics, or selfish.
here we have tolerance and understanding, and peace and love and calm.
Could it be that here we work hard round the clock and hardly have time
to mess around? (trust me Lagos is hard), then just maybe if we occupy
the many young people back home with jobs and income making ventures,
just maybe we will see some results. Could it be that our host have
created a lifestyle free of rancour and segregation that we have adopted
that same lifestyle? then we need to start building a life style back
home that will accommodate everyone. Here in Lagos, your religion is
your personal affair, we only share the struggle and hustle, and that
should be our mentality back home. So in a nut shell, I see my brothers
and sisters from the North here everyday and we relate well, shows we
can understand each other, how this is possible back home IS A QUESTION
ALL OF US MUST FIND A SOLUTION TO.
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