Busola is Nice.
I have a friend and as you can probably guess, his name is Busola. That’s not where the main idea lies. Busola is a normal guy and there’s pretty nothing special about him but then, he is nice.
This should not be such a big deal. Well, it is. Let me explain why.
I’m from Nigeria and growing up in that hot West African country is not easy. With the dilapidated state of our infrastructure and the constant intrusion of our private affairs by our neighbors, it is really hard for you to grow up to become a nice person. I found it puzzling that the countenance of people you meet are seldom warm or welcoming even in situations where it is required.
For instance, I always found it hard as a child to ask questions when not around people I knew. This was usually because you are met by a look that shows a mixture of displeasure and anger before the person even decides to reply to your query and...