Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative

Since arriving in Nigeria on a research trip more than a month ago, I have been experiencing the typical anxieties and ambivalences of return - excited at being home but tortured daily by pervasive institutional decay and failure and by the weight of familial and other expectations - expectations which, needless to say, are fueled by worsening poverty. The exilic condition of the Diaspora Nigerian makes the ritual of return both a happy and sad event. These mixed emotions are reinforced daily by encounters that shatter or at least nibble at the romantic fantasies through which those of us in the Diaspora reaffirm our connections to the motherland.

This visit has been much more of a disillusioning experience than my previous ones were, mainly because things seem to have gotten much worse since my visits in 2001/2002, 2003, and 2006.

When I visited in 2001, there were still a few functioning public institutions of consequence to everyday life. I speak here of the organs of public convenience and safety that one has to relate to in order to survive anywhere. These include the utilities, banking services, vehicle and drivers license issuance, etc.

During my visit in 2001, I was able to obtain my driving license on the day that I applied for it in Kaduna. I spent only a few hours to get my vehicle registered at the VIO office in Kaduna. I left there with my vehicle's plate numbers.

On that visit, there was so much competition in the banking sector that several banks promised and delivered prompt service to customers, and somehow managed to overcome Nigeria's infrastructural collapse and lag in information technology to ensure the smooth and consistent operation of their networked branches. Every time I went to the bank for a transaction, I came away satisfied by the service, which often assuaged the anxiety the tellers caused me by telling me the balance in my account.

Things have been dramatically different on my current visit. I have observed that basic services have deteriorated even as government has set up a bureaucracy called SERVICOM to monitor, police, and promote prompt and efficient delivery of services. I have tried to make sense of this paradox of the Nigerian condition in the context of similar ones; the proliferation of state corruption at precisely the time that there is an unprecedented institutional (EFCC and ICPC) and ethical (National Orientation Agency) campaign against that evil; and the deteriorating conditions of federal highways even when there is now a Federal Roads Maintenance Agency (FERMA), which announces its presence only through impressive but operationally empty buildings on federal highways. Obviously, institutional pronouncements and interventions are quite distant from institutional efficiency.

I have digressed. Let me return to my experiential narration of the institutional failures that I speak of. I applied for a driving license about a month ago. I have paid all the fees and my image has been captured on the Direct Capture device of the FRSC. In short all my information is in their computerized database. I have been waiting to collect my license but it's been one story after another. First the printer was bad. Then they fixed the printer but had a shortage of plastic cards, whereupon the Sector Commander of the Federal Road Safety Commission in the state ordered that the available plastic cards be reserved for "emergency cases." I assume that determining what is an emergency is at his discretion. Finally - and this is the subsisting story - everything was fine except for a little thing called "hologram," which I am told protects the surface of the license. This has been the story for about two weeks now. Could the license be printed without this mysterious but obviously important substance? Yes. Would they do it for me, so I can have a driving license to show to the cops who are harassing and extorting me all over town and who, like me, cannot tell a license with a ‘hologram' coating from one without? No, because there are now several intervening problems, like the fact that printing just one license or several without the hologram would require a bit of ingenuity on the part of the technicians in the license department, and the fact that someone has been sent to Lagos to get the elusive hologram and "it would be better to wait for him to arrive so normal printing can begin." When will this hologram-bearing officer return from Lagos, and couldn't they have bought the damn substance locally? Fuzzy answers.

As things stand, I may not get my license before I leave the country. I have since embraced this possibility. In the last few days the folks at the local FRSC office have told me that if I hadn't gone for the renewal option and had simply applied for a new one, my license would have been ready by now. But the guy who took my data and my image said renewal would be faster than doing a new license.  I had wanted to simply apply for a new one, since I didn't have a copy of the expired one, although they were able to locate it in their system. I didn't tell them about their man's earlier prescription of the renewal option--you don't argue with these self-contradicting technicians and bureaucrats.

In the meantime, the cops have been feasting on me whenever I am pulled over. They pray for "unlicensed" folks like me to come along. So frequent did the harassment become that I asked for a letter of some kind from FRSC to show that my license was in the pipeline and that I had fulfilled all obligations expected of me in that regard. The FRSC, I was told, doesn't give such letters. By the way, in case some are already thinking that I may have gone through touts, I did not. I actually went through a senior officer of the Commission, the mother of one of my best friends and university classmate. Everything about the process I underwent was legit. In fact my friend's mom took me to the officer in charge of the process at the local office. I paid the legal fee (as opposed to the illegal fees that touts charge), and received expedited attention.  I filled a form as required and provided a passport photograph to attach to the form for their records. I was then taken to the image capture room, where my facial image was electronically obtained and affixed to my unprinted card. As I said, all my information, including my digital image, is in the system. 

When the police harassment got unbearable, I visited a university classmate of mine we used to call "Emir," a police officer that I had accidentally met in a barbershop. Thankfully I had his business card. I explained my problem to him and he gave me a note saying that I had applied for a license and that I should be accorded assistance. I have used the note once already. It worked. "You're our oga's friend, you can go," screamed one of the cops who stopped me the other night, after I showed them the note, which I now carry in my pocket.

Before I got the note, my travel plans were put on hold; I didn't want to put myself at the mercy of our rapacious, underpaid cops manning checkpoints on federal highways. When I traveled to Dutse and Kano, I rode with a friend and came back to my base in a commercial vehicle. But there was one trip that couldn't wait, and it was too far to take a commercial vehicle, what with the practice of stuffing at least four passengers into a row of seats, making any kind of movement virtually impossible. I had to go and see my mother, a drive of at least seven hours from my base. My friend whose mother was helping me navigate the driving license process offered to help. He is an officer in one of the paramilitary services (not FRSC). He secured a four-day leave from work and accompanied me to see my mother. He did the driving, and, for good measure, hung his uniform on the back window of the car. The uniform drew move-on waves and an occasional "morn sir!" from cops manning the numerous checkpoints along our way. It was a road trip that we thoroughly enjoyed. My friend met my mother for the first time, and got a taste of the old woman's cooking.

Much as I was glad that my friend came with me and enjoyed the trip (we had been planning for him to meet my mother for a long time), it has to be said that the delay in getting my license has left a trail of lost vacation time (my friend could have used his vacation time for some pre-planned activity), frustrations of trips that I have not been able to take; and, of course, the not-so-minor inconvenience of having to part with a few wads of naira notes every time I am pulled over and asked to produce my driving license.

This is the cumulative effect of the seemingly innocuous delay in the issuance of driving licenses. Multiply my experience by the number of license applicants across the country who encounter the same or similar bureaucratic failures and you will grasp the social and economic costs of these institutional failures that impinge on the quotidian operations of everyday living. For no fault of theirs, Nigerians like me are daily exposed to the fangs of our corrupt and mean-spirited policemen.

The problem of the driving license issuing bureaucracy, and of vehicle registration, is, in my opinion, partly one of over-centralization. The staff at the local offices of the FRSC and the VIO are handicapped by the fact that funds, resources, decisions, and initiatives reside solely at the headquarters in Lagos or Abuja. Local office workers have to go to Lagos/Abuja to get a printer fixed or to purchase a replacement or to obtain a hologram to coat the licenses they print. For about a month there were simply no license plates to issue to motorists in Kaduna, my base. Everyone kept saying that someone was about to be sent to Lagos to get the numbers. Why must everything be so centralized? Why do people in Kaduna have to wait a month to get plates for their cars because there is one centralized bureaucracy in Lagos that issues licenses? Why can't that function be decentralized and parceled out to state branches of the FRSC and VIO? A national poll recently ranked the FRSC as one of the least corrupt organizations in Nigeria. This poll reaffirms what is already widely known. But inefficiency and bureaucratic logjams are just as costly and as economically crippling as corruption.

My current experiences with these institutions of public safety are depressing not only because they have partly marred a visit that should be a happy homecoming but also because they index a progressive deterioration in basic public services. While we are all justified in lamenting the pervasive infrastructural decay (poor roads, collapsing electricity infrastructure, bad water supply, failing educational and healthcare sectors), it seems to me that the problems caused by these infrastructural meltdowns are magnified by the minor day-to-day frustrations of collapsing institutions and falling standards in the provision of public services. I have argued elsewhere that with the right amount of money, one could overcome the most obvious infrastructural problems. You could generate your own electricity, drill a borehole, purify your own water, send your children to expensive private schools, and seek the care of good private clinics and hospitals. One thing you cannot overcome, no matter how wealthy you are, is the collapse of institutions and public services that make you function from day to day. Everyone has to, at some point, deal with the cops and their checkpoints. Everyone has to have a driving license. Everyone's car has to have a license plate indicating that it is officially registered, etc. Some people are able to escape Nigeria's legendary infrastructural collapse, but no one is immune from the minor but costly frustrations that bad public services and declining institutions of public convenience and safety can cause.  

The other day, I was at First Bank to conduct a fairly straightforward banking transaction: cash a check. The "network" was "down" but nobody told us. We stayed in the queue and watched the tellers fiddle anxiously with their computers, occasionally glancing upwards to give us a frantic stare. Finally, one bold, impatient fellow asked what was going on. "Our network is down." No apology was offered; this was routine. I have heard this expression more times during my current visit than I have my entire life. After waiting for about an hour with no respite in view, customers started leaving, each departure signaled by a loud hiss and a mean glance at the tellers. I hung on longer than many, but I eventually left. My fruitless wait not only messed up my schedule for the day, it caused me some temporary financial headaches. I returned to the bank in the afternoon and cashed the check.

In case some people think that this is a problem that afflicts only the "old generation"

Banks, I had a worse experience at Zenith Bank, the self-advertised biggest bank in Nigeria. I spent two hours in one of their branches waiting for their network to come back up so I could make a withdrawal. I almost missed an important appointment. I had to leave the banking hall (since you can't make phone calls there) to call and ask for an extension of our appointment. Thankfully, the other fellow was very familiar with the recurring "network down" problem in our consolidated banks and obliged my request.

In 2001/2002, 2003, and 2006, when I visited, the banks - at least the "new generation" ones were the epitome of good, courteous, and efficient service. Now that they are consolidated and no longer have to struggle to capture a customer base or aggressively compete with other banks for deposits, they seem to have become complacent in their service provision. By compelling banks to enter into non-voluntary mergers consolidation as a policy has conferred laziness and complacency on the consolidated banks. On that score, the policy is an unmitigated failure. Banking services are much worse than they were before consolidation.

I am not competent to do a holistic evaluation of consolidation, but the two microeconomic dividends advertised as the likely outcome of consolidation - efficiency and ability to lend more with increased capitalization - are yet to materialize. The banks have become more inefficient in their services, and lending has not improved, with many small businesses complaining of bigger hurdles in the lending process, post-consolidation. In any case, even if the banks now have more money and are willing to lend more of it, where are the viable businesses that can borrow and repay in this most anti-business of economic climates (with debilitating infrastructural and institutional obstacles)? So, on the two indices which are of consequence to the banking public, to the banks' customers - service and lending - consolidation has failed.

I will save my fuel scarcity story for another day. I will simply say that, although fuel is now officially N70 per liter, I have bought fuel at that price only once. On average, I pay N80 per liter, along with other non-complaining motorists. As for fuel queues, they are as ubiquitous here as the Okada guys who ride their bikes like immortal supermen.

Some will say: here is this returnee with his unrealistic expectations. That would be a little unfair even if perhaps true to a degree. When I come to Nigeria, I come with a drastically lowered expectation, knowing that that is the only way I won't go crazy from the stress and grind of living and functioning in the Nigerian system. A friend of mine recently returned to New York from a trip to Nigeria and was diagnosed with stress-related ulcer. So, for mostly selfish (health) reasons, I undergo at least two weeks of deliberate psychological disengagement from the ease of American life before I embark on any trip to Nigeria. I lower my expectations not because I believe that Nigerians are genetically programmed not to match the modern conveniences that we take for granted in the United States, where I live, but because it is unfair to assess development and efficiency in Nigeria while wearing blinders imposed by Western standards.



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Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Mikky jaga posted on 07-18-2007, 15:50:29 PM
My friend and Brother, you are welcome to the real Nigeria. Not the fantasied Nigeria in the imaginations of those far removed from the reality on ground. Your narrative is a true reflection of the decay and degeneration Nigeria has been subjected to these past eight years. In Nigeria today, nothing works (normally) anymore, everyone is left to find ways to survive and it is gradually becoming the survival of the fittest.

There are ways we that have decided, for whatever reasons, to remain in Nigeria manage to keep life going in spite of all these difficulties we encounter on daily basis. I will share some of them with you. You may find the tips useful on your next visit to motherland.

One. You made a very grave mistake by trying to get your licence through the official means. That is the best way to delay your license till you do not need it again. There are some officials of FRSC (not touts, mind you) that would have quickened the process for you. You do not even need to appear at their office. Your license will be delivered to your house, whether you are blind or lame. Just tell them you need your license in three days, they will tell you the appropriate fee . Once you pay, the rest is simple. I got my licence renewed in less than five days. They did not even remember to take my signature, they just wrote my name where the signature ought to be.

Second, it is not every policeman that demands your licence that you show it to. Just get an ID card. Anyone would do. wave it in his face and tell him "Officer". Without bothering to look at what is in the ID, they would normally wave you on. Many of them could not read what is written on the card anyway.

As for the plate number, just get one from one of your old rickety vehicles or your friend's fix it to your car and drive confidently on the road till your plate number will be ready. You can also fix Army, Navy or Airfoce sticker on you vehicle, it does a lot of wonders.

As for the banks, learn to keep some money in a safe corner of your house in case of emergency. Some big men who spend in millions keep some millions locked up in the booth of their car. That way you would not be disappointed when the "Network" is down.

As for the fuel price, well I have been buying fuel at N100 per litre since Yar'Adua announced his N70 reversal of prices. The simple fact is that I do not have the time to queue at those long lines to get the N70 or N80 fuel. I just patronize the black market. Time is money, you know.

If this is the modern NIgeria that Obasanjo is the father of, I would rather prefer the good old days when things really worked in this Country.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Adeola Aderounmu posted on 07-18-2007, 16:28:33 PM
This advice below can be real or a joke depending on who you are and how you want to move Nigeria forward or backward.

Next time, please use a tout so that your license can be ready in minutess/hours.

.......................................................................

The other day in London, I was told that instead of renewing or applying for new passports in the UK, some Nigerians actually prefer to fly to LAGOS to get things done.

...........................................................................

Read between the lines!

May the Glory of Nigeria come, soon!

http://aderinola.wordpress.com/
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
OsaroO posted on 07-18-2007, 21:10:24 PM
QUOTE:
My friend and Brother, you are welcome to the real Nigeria. Not the fantasied Nigeria in the imaginations of those far removed from the reality on ground. Your narrative is a true reflection of the decay and degeneration Nigeria has been subjected to these past eight years. In Nigeria today, nothing works (normally) anymore, everyone is left to find ways to survive and it is gradually becoming the survival of the fittest.

There are ways we that have decided, for whatever reasons, to remain in Nigeria manage to keep life going in spite of all these difficulties we encounter on daily basis. I will share some of them with you. You may find the tips useful on your next visit to motherland.

One. You made a very grave mistake by trying to get your licence through the official means. That is the best way to delay your license till you do not need it again. There are some officials of FRSC (not touts, mind you) that would have quickened the process for you. You do not even need to appear at their office. Your license will be delivered to your house, whether you are blind or lame. Just tell them you need your license in three days, they will tell you the appropriate fee . Once you pay, the rest is simple. I got my licence renewed in less than five days. They did not even remember to take my signature, they just wrote my name where the signature ought to be.

Second, it is not every policeman that demands your licence that you show it to. Just get an ID card. Anyone would do. wave it in his face and tell him \"Officer\". Without bothering to look at what is in the ID, they would normally wave you on. Many of them could not read what is written on the card anyway.

As for the plate number, just get one from one of your old rickety vehicles or your friend's fix it to your car and drive confidently on the road till your plate number will be ready. You can also fix Army, Navy or Airfoce sticker on you vehicle, it does a lot of wonders.

As for the banks, learn to keep some money in a safe corner of your house in case of emergency. Some big men who spend in millions keep some millions locked up in the booth of their car. That way you would not be disappointed when the \"Network\" is down.

As for the fuel price, well I have been buying fuel at N100 per litre since Yar'Adua announced his N70 reversal of prices. The simple fact is that I do not have the time to queue at those long lines to get the N70 or N80 fuel. I just patronize the black market. Time is money, you know.

If this is the modern NIgeria that Obasanjo is the father of, I would rather prefer the good old days when things really worked in this Country.


Mikky jaga:

Thanks for your tips. Do you have current idea about car rent in Nigeria (Lagos especially) and how much to tip hotel workers (luggage boys, waitresses etc.)? If you live in Lagos, can you recommend an hotel for best safety? Generally, how much is good for Police tips on a checkpoint. Is N20 gift to an ordinary civilian an insult?

Your response will be appreciated.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
OsaroO posted on 07-18-2007, 21:31:51 PM
QUOTE:
This advice below can be real or a joke depending on who you are and how you want to move Nigeria forward or backward.

Next time, please use a tout so that your license can be ready in minutess/hours.

.......................................................................

The other day in London, I was told that instead of renewing or applying for new passports in the UK, some Nigerians actually prefer to fly to LAGOS to get things done.

...........................................................................

Read between the lines!

May the Glory of Nigeria come, soon!

http://aderinola.wordpress.com/


Adeola Aderounmu:

What is the best time (day or night) to arrive at airport (MMA) without looking over your shoulder? Is a big luggage bag an attraction to bad boys? What type of airport taxi is sure for safety from airport to hotel in Lagos? What is reasonable taxi fare in today's Lagos?

Your response will be appreciated.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Anon posted on 07-18-2007, 22:15:05 PM
I hope that Ossie Chidioka is reading this after the beautiful interview he gave a few days back. Now to the issue of Ochonu's write up, one wonders where the likes of my good friends ILN, Frisky, Tanibaba and Prophet Afolayan are to give succour to Ebe on how to be patriotic and love Nigeria rather than write these sort of articles castigating her.

Infact to paraphrase my good friend Tanibaba on another thread, Nigeria is working and is on her way to glory, afterall there is gold in Nigeria...

@ Mikky Jay your advice was priceless for anyone that seeks to survive the peculiarities of Nigeria
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Mikky jaga posted on 07-19-2007, 01:53:42 AM
Osaro O

Sorry I do not reside in Lagos. The hustle and bustle there is too much for my liking. I prefer the serene environment of the Niger Delta with the oil money flowing freely, minus the kidnappings and occasional shoot outs, of course.

I hope some other Nigerians will be able to help with your requests.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Hamattan posted on 07-19-2007, 03:44:58 AM
QUOTE:
My friend and Brother, you are welcome to the real Nigeria. Not the fantasied Nigeria in the imaginations of those far removed from the reality on ground. Your narrative is a true reflection of the decay and degeneration Nigeria has been subjected to these past eight years. In Nigeria today, nothing works (normally) anymore, everyone is left to find ways to survive and it is gradually becoming the survival of the fittest.

There are ways we that have decided, for whatever reasons, to remain in Nigeria manage to keep life going in spite of all these difficulties we encounter on daily basis. I will share some of them with you. You may find the tips useful on your next visit to motherland.

One. You made a very grave mistake by trying to get your licence through the official means. That is the best way to delay your license till you do not need it again. There are some officials of FRSC (not touts, mind you) that would have quickened the process for you. You do not even need to appear at their office. Your license will be delivered to your house, whether you are blind or lame. Just tell them you need your license in three days, they will tell you the appropriate fee . Once you pay, the rest is simple. I got my licence renewed in less than five days. They did not even remember to take my signature, they just wrote my name where the signature ought to be.

Second, it is not every policeman that demands your licence that you show it to. Just get an ID card. Anyone would do. wave it in his face and tell him \"Officer\". Without bothering to look at what is in the ID, they would normally wave you on. Many of them could not read what is written on the card anyway.

As for the plate number, just get one from one of your old rickety vehicles or your friend's fix it to your car and drive confidently on the road till your plate number will be ready. You can also fix Army, Navy or Airfoce sticker on you vehicle, it does a lot of wonders.

As for the banks, learn to keep some money in a safe corner of your house in case of emergency. Some big men who spend in millions keep some millions locked up in the booth of their car. That way you would not be disappointed when the \"Network\" is down.

As for the fuel price, well I have been buying fuel at N100 per litre since Yar'Adua announced his N70 reversal of prices. The simple fact is that I do not have the time to queue at those long lines to get the N70 or N80 fuel. I just patronize the black market. Time is money, you know.

If this is the modern NIgeria that Obasanjo is the father of, I would rather prefer the good old days when things really worked in this Country.


My driving license does a lot of magic whenever I am in Nigeria. I have used it to save a lot bad encounters with the police, not just involving me, but other road users. You may wonder how? The licence has Police boldly written on it, the rest things are in foreign language. Whenever I flash it, I get positive attention.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Hamattan posted on 07-19-2007, 03:51:48 AM
QUOTE:
My friend and Brother, you are welcome to the real Nigeria. Not the fantasied Nigeria in the imaginations of those far removed from the reality on ground. Your narrative is a true reflection of the decay and degeneration Nigeria has been subjected to these past eight years. In Nigeria today, nothing works (normally) anymore, everyone is left to find ways to survive and it is gradually becoming the survival of the fittest.

There are ways we that have decided, for whatever reasons, to remain in Nigeria manage to keep life going in spite of all these difficulties we encounter on daily basis. I will share some of them with you. You may find the tips useful on your next visit to motherland.

One. You made a very grave mistake by trying to get your licence through the official means. That is the best way to delay your license till you do not need it again. There are some officials of FRSC (not touts, mind you) that would have quickened the process for you. You do not even need to appear at their office. Your license will be delivered to your house, whether you are blind or lame. Just tell them you need your license in three days, they will tell you the appropriate fee . Once you pay, the rest is simple. I got my licence renewed in less than five days. They did not even remember to take my signature, they just wrote my name where the signature ought to be.

Second, it is not every policeman that demands your licence that you show it to. Just get an ID card. Anyone would do. wave it in his face and tell him \"Officer\". Without bothering to look at what is in the ID, they would normally wave you on. Many of them could not read what is written on the card anyway.

As for the plate number, just get one from one of your old rickety vehicles or your friend's fix it to your car and drive confidently on the road till your plate number will be ready. You can also fix Army, Navy or Airfoce sticker on you vehicle, it does a lot of wonders.

As for the banks, learn to keep some money in a safe corner of your house in case of emergency. Some big men who spend in millions keep some millions locked up in the booth of their car. That way you would not be disappointed when the \"Network\" is down.

As for the fuel price, well I have been buying fuel at N100 per litre since Yar'Adua announced his N70 reversal of prices. The simple fact is that I do not have the time to queue at those long lines to get the N70 or N80 fuel. I just patronize the black market. Time is money, you know.

If this is the modern NIgeria that Obasanjo is the father of, I would rather prefer the good old days when things really worked in this Country.


My driving license does a lot of magic whenever I am in Nigeria. I have used it to save a lot bad encounters with the police, not just involving me, but other road users. You may wonder how? The licence has Police boldly written on it, the rest things are in foreign language. Whenever I flash it, I get positive attention.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
Akuluouno posted on 07-19-2007, 08:49:32 AM
Hi Mo and other Hon Villagers,

I think Mikky J has done justice to your worries and anxieties and proferred pragmatic remedial measures out of the mire.
U see Nigeria is like any other country but more. There are no checks on those who deliver service to the pple. Indeed the whole FRSC are hook line and sinker into the backdoor approach to issuing licenses. To this end u find that members of Al Qaeda and other foreigners get these vital documents b4 u and me.
Recall the national ID. The people issuing preferred to issue foreigners in the comfort of their houses because these people setlled them very well unlike me and u who queue and make noise in the name of our rights.
As for the solution to these negative attitudes, it is only when the glory of Nigeria comes like antoher erudite villager wrote that we may start on the way to rectitude.
Anyway thanks for alerting villagers on the dangers of viewing our papasland from a romantic perspective.
Re: Public Services in Nigeria: A Personal Narrative
SILOJE posted on 07-19-2007, 11:10:44 AM
My dear brother,

Welcome to our world - the real world. Some may be angry, in fact, hysterical, that you told the story as it is. But I consider it a reminder that everything is still the same, or even worse than they used to be.

It is difficult, or outright impossible, to believe in our leaders, or our country, when you have to contend with so much on a daily basis. That is why doing the wrong things to survive seems to be the only way.

But I believe that if more people will choose to do the the right thing, in spite of the frustrations and inconveniences, then we can safely say that there is hope for our country.

Cheer up, my dear. We all feel the pain.
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