The constant killings, humiliation, and outright lawlessness by the police are beyond what we can manage.

As young men, we are forced to monitor how we dress and the kind of places we hang out. Our hairstyle or dressing could easily attract the police, which almost always ends in humiliation and bribery.

The size of my phone is a dead give away; they would grab your phone without a warrant and search for stuff to incriminate you, and when they can't find anything, they go ahead, asking how you could have the money to buy a smartphone because, to them, a smartphone is so luxurious that it should be out of the reach of the Nigerian youth... Talk about systematic racism, Africans do it best.

When the children passed an old house on their way home from school, they were always rubbing their sticks on the balcony railing and enjoying the sound. The older owner, who had been bothered by the noise for a long time, had a really good idea instead of scolding the kids.

He called the children over to him: "Children, the noise you make sounds very nice, I'll give you a pound a day if you keep going like this." So he gave the kids a pound a day.

In the second week he called the children over again: "Children, my money is scarce, I can only give you fifty pence, not a pound."

Now three weeks had passed and the old man called the children over to him for the last time: "Children, unfortunately I have no money, so I can't give you any more." The children: "No money, no noise" and so they stopped rubbing the sticks on the balcony railing.

(Author unknown)