Let me tell you about the most messed-up lesson in human nature I've ever seen.
So there's this guy, we'll call him Tunde. Worked hard, took a loan, bought a house. Then life happened. Missed payments. Bank started breathing down his neck like a loan shark in a Nollywood movie.
Tunde did what anyone would do
- posted on Facebook. "Guys, I'm in trouble..."
Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Not even
one of those fake "I'll pray for you" comments.
So he took it up a notch.
Texted 250 people - friends, family, coworkers, that guy he helped move
apartments in 2018. "Please, just 2 million naira. Temporary. I'll
pay back with interest."
Know how many responded? Ten.
Six said sorry, they couldn't. Four promised to help. Three of those four
suddenly developed amnesia when it came time to actually send money. Only one
person came through - with about enough to buy a nice toaster, not save a
house.
Fast forward to eviction day.
Tunde's on the street with one small bag. Walking at night because where else
is he gonna go? Then some idiot thief snatches his bag - which is empty except
for his ID. The dumbass runs into traffic, gets hit by a car. Dead. No
identification... except Tunde's ID in the wreckage.
Next morning: "BREAKING:
Tunde is dead!"
Suddenly, Facebook remembers he
exists. 2,500 posts about what a great guy he was. His "close friends"
form a committee - same friends who ignored his texts - and raise 7.5 million
for funeral rice. His coworkers pool 11.5 million for a casket and tents. Some
coffin salesman gives them a "discount" from 3.5 million to 2 - "my
contribution to the family."
Family who hadn't spoken in
years? They miraculously find 4 million naira. They print 850k worth of
memorial T-shirts. All for a dead man.
Then the plot twist.
Tunde walks into his own
funeral.
People scream. Aunties faint.
The priest drops his Bible. And Tunde? He just stands there, watching the
hypocrisy unfold. These same people who couldn't spare 10k when he was alive
are now spending millions to bury him.
Here's the cold truth: People
love a dead man more than a struggling one. When you're alive and need
help? "Sorry bro, times are hard." When you're dead?
Suddenly they'll remortgage their house to throw you a party.
Don't wait till someone's gone
to show you care. That 5k your cousin needs for school fees? Send it today.
Your friend's struggling business? Buy something - anything. Because that
funeral money? It's not for the dead. It's for the living to ease their guilt.
And if you don't believe me?
Ask Tunde. Oh wait - you had his number the whole time, didn't you? When was
the last time you answered his call?
The Real Lesson: Stop
performing grief on social media. Start practicing kindness in real life.
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