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I think there are mainly three kinds of people. Let me tell you something about these people, but first, a disclaimer.

This post is not going to help your life in anyway. In fact, this post is a waste of your time.
The rich does not refer to people who own private jets, when I find an adjective higher than rich, I’ll include those guys. The poor does not refer to the people sitting in road corners with 6 kids around their ankles and two babies on their laps.

These are the people who live in houses with more than three rooms, use a gas cooker, own a power generator, have at least one high car (you know, the cars that make you really raise your legs so you can enter), wear good clothes and possess at least one pair of sunglasses.
No one knows if these people have fancy lobsters or tapioca for dinner and if anyone discovers them chewing slices of tapioca for dinner, tapioca becomes cool. At this time, one would probably say that they are trying out local cuisine.
Well, here’s something you should know, actually, you don’t have to know it, so, don’t know it if you don’t want to. The rich people saved up to buy a car because owning one is eventually cheaper than public transportation. They get to save money, save time, not have muddy water spilt on them and all those other fun stuff. These people own a gas cooker because they know that it is eventually cheaper than using a kerosene fueled stove.
Also, the rich people don’t always have spare cash because their money is meant for stuff in a budget. That’s probably why you ask them for money and they tell you they have no money at the time, either that or they’re just your average Evil Nigerian Uncles. You see, these people have a lot of money, but, they work for it. It doesn’t matter if you think their jobs are easy or not, point is, they work. They wear sunglasses because they don’t want the sun to hurt their eyes, and well, sunglasses are cool. It’s really that simple.

These are the ones with the oversized hand me downs, the faded 10 years old shirts and the two-sizes-too-short trousers. These people are tired, very tired. They’re spent. They take teabags and milk and sugar with 2 slices of bread for breakfast. They’re not on a diet. Teabags are N10 for 3. They shout at bus parks. They have nothing to lose. Aunty ties threadbare wrapper to church. Uncle’s singlet has holes and the armholes are as wide as the width of the singlet. Some of them have hope, their daughter will marry a rich man and their son will sell plenty spare parts, make lots of money and go abroad. Some have given up because all the daughters have children for men who could only bring one keg of cheap palm wine and the sons are hawking toothbrushes.

These are the most interesting set of humans. Some will join the rich, some others will go back to join the poor, the rest will stay in between. They’re the ones with the rented apartments, the bikes and the kerosene stoves.
The ones who will join the rich are eating fried yam for breakfast and taking their girlfriends out for roasted plantain.
The other guys, well, they earn 20,000 per month and spend 25. They’re experts in backward hustling. Debts will eventually catch up with them and their vests will develop holes.

I did tell you this was a waste of your time.

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