Will Substack ease my depression?
After much dilly-dallying, I finally wrote my first Substack post. Read why I want to be doing this.
I am having one of the most depressing moments of my life. But hey, before you call me and maybe urge me to take life easy, see a counsellor, eat healthily, exercise, meditate or relax well [I sure know some of those tips], I need to let you know that I am not depressed. Do I sound ironic? I guess so myself. Let me explain myself a bit.
Being a Nigerian can be depressing. And then when you’re living in Nigeria? I bet your mind would be so full every day, full of stuff that angers you and makes you ask if being a Nigerian is a crime. To cite an instance, a politician somewhere loots millions of dollars and goes unpunished for his crime. If they are arrested at all, they get an opportunity for a plea bargain – they return a meagre percentage of the loot, keep the rest and avoid jail. If they are jailed, they get to do a minimum sentence. Local newspapers report this scenario every time.
However, you also get to read stuff that makes you chortle – kudos to the Cruise Nation, mostly Gen Z folks who make serious things look unserious. Just get onto Nigeria Twitter and Facebook and see things for yourself. Even as I write this my first Substack post, the day after Queen Elizabeth II died, there are all sorts of posts and memes by Nigerians inviting their followers to the Queen’s funeral. Group clothes for such a social gathering, popularly called aso ebi, are being designed for this purpose.
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