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LEGENDARY J.O.E
@LegendaryJoe
LAGOS STINKS; IN FACT, THE ENTIRE SOUTHWEST IS BELOW STANDARD
If an average African travels to Dubai, and based on the stories of excellence he must have heard and the reputation of perfection, the image of Dubai suggests, if he is motivated by pessimism and inspired by envy, he combs the streets for flaws. And when he stumbles upon a lonely pothole on a forgotten road, he claps his hands in triumph—his bitterness now has evidence, his resentment a badge of honor.
Yorubas, you brag too much. But then again, why not? Each of our states wears a crown, each boasts of a feather in its cap.
Ogun State – The industrial heartbeat of Nigeria. For example, Fraud Ibn 3rd's legacy is a brewery, Ogun State has at least 3 breweries of international and global reckoning, and no Ogun State Governor must mount the podium to boast, the yorubas will disown him.
Ekiti State – The land where scholarship flows like palm wine. Famed as the headquarters of scholars, where despite the economic challenges, even okada riders could boast of a masters degree. There are some locations only notorious for fake drugs and hard drugs.
Oyo State – The land where history sits like a proud elder, watching generations come and go. The Oyo empire, for example, is one of Africa's earliest civilizations and democracy. Ibadan stood as the largest city for ages, and civilization found a home here—the first TV station, the tallest building, the richest heritage. While some regions are famous for erosion and ritual killings, Oyo remains a living museum of African greatness.
Osun State – The cultural heartbeat of the nation. Ile-Ife, the cradle of the Yoruba race, has stood since time itself learned to count. The Osun River attracts more pilgrims than some states attract investors. Ifa, once whispered in secret, is now studied in Ivy League universities. But expecting a people without history to appreciate culture is like asking a goat to understand poetry. A people whose identities are either borrowed or stolen, layer by layer...
Ondo State – A land where the earth hides treasures beneath its feet. Blessed with minerals and fertile soil, if harnessed properly, Ondo would not just be a state—it would be an empire of wealth.
Lagos State – Ah! Make I laugh first. The economic powerhouse of Nigeria. The 2nd largest economy in Africa by GDP. A state so formidable, it could declare independence and still outperform entire nations. Lagos is the giant that never sleeps, the pulse of commerce, the home of dreams. But, alas, Lagos stinks.
It stinks not just of refuse, but of human congestion, of cultures clashing in a chaotic symphony. Lagos is Nigeria in miniature—every tribe, every dialect, every hustle, every struggle. While many like Dangote bring fortune and investments with them, others bring body odor, lack of hygiene, indecency, and misfortune with them. They add to the numbers but not to the value, They litter the streets like confetti at a lost celebration, build on drainages, block waterways, then cry foul when nature reacts in provocation. You cannot plant weeds and expect a harvest of roses.
Yorubas, arrogant people. The only tribe that largely stays rooted in its land, yet plays host to all others—feeding them, sheltering them, tolerating their ingratitude. They curse the land but refuse to leave it. They mock its flaws but remain glued to its opportunities. If Yoruba land were truly as bad as they claim, their feet would have long found the road home. But a man does not abandon the only house that shelters him, even if he grumbles about the leaking roof.
And to the Yorubas, maybe it’s time to see the world. Make una sef travel. Explore. Witness other Nigerian cities. But then again, tell me, how many Americans flee the USA in search of greener pastures? Excellence stays rooted; it does not seek validation elsewhere.
Lagos stinks, they say—but even in its stench, it still smells better than their best.
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