Tonight, the streets echoed with joy. Laughter, shouts, and celebrations filled the air—not for a revolution, not for justice, but for an increment so meager it barely shifts the weight of hardship. It took a girl’s outburst for it to happen. A single voice, loud enough, breaking through the silence of a million tired ones.
Still, the Nigerian youth smiles. We smile through slander. We relax when we should resist. We lower our expectations until crumbs feel like a feast. Power mocks us, and we chuckle.
But is this truly a win? Or just another moment to pacify the restless?
It is a welcome development, yes. But if our bar for progress remains this low, when will we demand more? When will we do better—not just as individuals but as a nation?
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