School Nah Scam”: Who’s Really to Blame?


While doing my laundry and reflecting quietly, the popular Nigerian slang “School na Scam” crossed my mind. It made me pause and think deeply. So, I decided to put my thoughts into writing to address the growing misconception that education no longer holds value in today’s society.

In Nigeria today, “school na scam” has become a common expression, especially among the youth. It reflects a growing sense of disillusionment with the educational system, a belief that going to school no longer guarantees success or financial stability. While many point fingers at the government or the system, a closer look reveals that the educated elites may also be contributing to this mindset, knowingly or unknowingly.

Education, at its core, is supposed to be a tool for empowerment, opening doors to better opportunities, informed decision-making, and national development. Yet, ironically, many of those who have had the privilege of education are the same ones reinforcing the idea that it no longer holds value. How? By celebrating their success without acknowledging the role education played in shaping them or worse, by distancing themselves from the struggles of the uneducated.

Instead of serving as mentors, role models, or advocates for learning, some of these elites flaunt their achievements in ways that suggest it was hustle, not education, that got them where they are. They show off wealth, cars, and connections, but say little about the discipline, exposure, and critical thinking skills that formal education instilled in them. In doing so, they unknowingly reinforce the belief that school is not the way to success.

Even in public discourse, how often do we see educated figures using their platforms to promote the value of schooling to the underprivileged? Rarely. The focus is often on the results; money, fame, or influence, not the journey of learning that helped shape their mindset and sharpen their skills.

It’s not enough to just “make it” and leave others to figure it out. The real responsibility of the educated elite is to bridge the gap by investing in mentorship, sharing authentic stories of how education changed their lives, and supporting systems that make quality education accessible to all. They must become visible ambassadors of learning, not just living proof of its benefits.
Until we change this narrative, until the educated begin to make education attractive, relatable, and aspirational to the uneducated, the saying “school na scam” will continue to echo in our society.

So the question is: If education shaped your path, why hide its light from those still in the dark?

It’s time to speak up, mentor, and invest in the minds around us. Let’s redefine success and restore the value of learning in our communities.

Broken

Sit down and read me like a book
Don’t judge me just by my look
Like every other human, I too
need to be love more and more

Friends do not draw near
Dying without notice is all I fear
Living with a broken heart
Only adds pain to my body parts

Acting like I’m all strong
Perhaps that’s where I have gone wrong
I needed someone to lean on
But it seems I only have me, myself and I

I believe things will get better
But will things ever get better?

I look inside the mirror, I hate what I see
All the lies hidden behind my mask
when I pull it off my face

I hope things will be fine
I’m tired of this life of mine
I wish for great things to happen
But in the end will I ever by happy?

If Today Ends Without Me

If today ends without me
Don’t come to my grave and weep

If today ends without me
Just put my body on a bed to lay
Do not sorrow nor be in pain
Celebrate my death for I owe no one debt
I’ve lived a life I will never regret

If my breath should cease before dusk
Do not look sad, do not even mourn
Do not cry so loud, for I won’t return
Just gather yourself, for you can’t tell tomorrow might be your turn

If today ends without me
Just kneel down and pray that in heaven my soul be received
For where I belong even before I was conceived

If tomorrow never comes again
If the day never breaks again
Just know that I no longer belong to this world
I’m only a traveling sojourner in this world

The Will

Just like the sun setting
And the night creeps out of it’s hut
My soul too shall crawl out of its hut
And I too will be gone like the sun sinking down into the sea

When I’m gone
Do not bother to befit my corpse
For the dead do not care about luxury

Just lay me down to rest without a haste
I need not a befitting burial
Nor a memorable memorial
A befitting life I do not taste

Lay me down to rest
Let my face look up to the sky
And watch the rising of the sun from the west
I’ve lived, perhaps I’ve done my best

Lay me down to rest
Let the moon be glad that it needn’t to light my path at night
Let the sun shine with glee for it has no more duty to dry my clothes

To The Ever Selfish Friends

How many sleepless night I had
How many times had I sacrificed my sleep?
Waiting for someone that haven’t exist

Then it came upon me again
The pain of betrayal
Just the price I have to pay
For being way to loyal

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain
But when my charm has ended
The charmer in me you disdain

It hits me hard again
The pain of abandonment
The pain of shattered trust
Is there no friend who’s true?

Farewell to you my friend
I’m going somewhere else
To those places where I’m reciprocated
Where I’m no longer alone
In my own abundance


Life As It Is

Life is Beautiful as it is,
But overwhelming is it complicity,
Yet Mystery is it simplicity,
Perhaps should gets Sweeter, 
But it gets Harder,

Confusion, Chaos and Casualties,
Became the Order of the Day,
From Tug of War,
To Clash of Titans,


While Time is Ticking,
Who Could Dare to Know Tomorrow,
For the Future lies with Nobody,
Nor the Past Redeemable,
For All Are Predestined.

Lines of The Coward

Fully Anticipated he was,
Until he got to an Unexpected Caucus,
Hopefully to get things done,
In No Time,
Perhaps Time wanted him to see,

In a Midst of eye Catching Lads,
Yet he hold strong,
Suddenly he turned cynosure of all eyes,
Even though he envisaged to shoot the shots,
But emotions bursts in the Atmosphere, 

As should I and or not,
Run through his mind,
Carefully cautioned,
Totally subdued cowardly.

Life In Haste

Though the world is of beauty Ashes,
Yet, the beings made it ugly it,
It soured from sweetness,
Easy it is to show empathy,
But in continuation is sympathy.

The Land of the Sojourner has become that of a Stranger,
Confusion surrounded the atmosphere,
Hope turned a vapor that famished into the tiny air,
Battle of the fittest it became,
Yet survival is a must.



Who could dare the impossible mission,
Except one’s die another day,
But it no time to die,
However Death Equals Life,
Life Equals Death,
Afterlife nothing more.

Lost in the Wonderland


He hope to be found one day,
In a lost world,
A World of Complexities,
Full of Unknown Identities.

He called for Rescue,
Behold no one to show up,
Languishing in a pit of hell,
Of gruesome and cruelty.

Even though he has been found,
but still lost,
As life perplexities tends to winder him away.

Could he be found
Perhaps as long he believed in the light of the living,
Though he dares to,
But demons wouldn’t let him,
Demons of fear, emotion, guilt and anxieties flow in his blood.

Who shall then set him free
There is only one person,
And the person is himself,
Through the power of faith,
It shall be possible,
Adieu, he says To the World
where life of a man is full of history.

Silence Confession

I’m not too good with words
But they say silent speaks
And screams
Even speaks louder than words
And cut through the heart like swords

If the words from my mouth aren’t enough
Listen to silence beat from my yearning heart

Like loving couple
I want to walk with you hand in hand
As silence echoes through my eyes
Whispering the words I couldn’t utter from my mouth

Look into my eyes
When we go on a moonlight stroll
As it divulged the secret of my heart
To your attentive ears

Under the bright moon
And the twinkling stars
The crickets will stop their evening song
The bird and animals will listen
Softly as silence speaks of my love to you







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