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Quareeb Jagun Nigeria
Content Writer @ University of Ilorin
Ilorin, Nigeria
2028
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In People and Society 5 min read
Three Fire That Kill Slowly While Everyone Is Watching.
<p>In every village, there is a fire that warms the hands of those sitting close to it, and burns the fingers of those who try to hold it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Three such fires are burning across this continent right now, disguised as games, dressed in excitement, smiling at the door while death waits quietly inside.</p><p><br/></p><p>Let me count them for you, the way an elder counts cowries before telling a story that matters. And after each fire, I will also show you the water that puts it out, because naming a danger without offering a way through it is only half of wisdom.</p><p><br/></p><p>1. Politics.</p><p>Not the politics of ideas shared at a dinner table. I speak of the politics that turns a hungry young man into a weapon, hands him a small amount of money, and tells him his enemy is another hungry young man from a different street.</p><p><br/></p><p>He does not know the man who sent him will be sleeping in comfort that same night. He does not know that blood spilled in the name of power rarely stains the hands of those who hold it. By the time the smoke clears, the politician has won his seat, and the young man has either lost his life, his freedom, or his peace of mind forever.</p><p>This is a game where the players bleed and the owners count the profit.</p><p><br/></p><p>The water for this fire:</p><p>Real power for the youth was never in the violence they were hired to commit. It lives in the vote cast with a clear mind, the questions asked before any election, and the refusal to be hired as a tool against one's own brother. A young man who understands his worth cannot be bought for a few thousand naira to destroy his own future. Civic education and the simple habit of asking who truly benefits from the chaos can quietly drain this fire of its fuel.</p><p><br/></p><p>2. Cultism.</p><p>It does not introduce itself with its true name. It comes wearing the face of brotherhood. It whispers about protection, about belonging, about finally being seen and respected in a world that has ignored you.</p><p><br/></p><p>A boy joins searching for family. He finds a cage instead, one with no key and no exit door.</p><p>Many have entered as eager fourteen and fifteen-year-olds and never lived to become thirty. Others survived in body but buried something important in spirit long before the grave eventually came for them. The tragedy is not that they wanted belonging. Every human heart wants that. The tragedy is that they searched for water in a desert that only knew how to give sand.</p><p><br/></p><p>The water for this fire:</p><p>The hunger for belonging is not the enemy. The wrong address is the enemy. That same hunger, placed in a youth club, a church group, a campus society, a mentorship circle, or a genuine friendship built on respect, grows into something that protects life instead of consuming it. Nobody joins a cage if a door was already open somewhere safer. Parents, mentors, and communities must offer real belonging before the streets offer a counterfeit one.</p><p><br/></p><p>3. Gambling/betting.</p><p>Here is the deepest fire of them all, because this one burns in broad daylight, and the whole village claps as it does.</p><p><br/></p><p>Ask yourself one honest question. If betting were truly a path to riches, would presidents not abandon governance and simply stake the national treasury on three football matches? Would central banks not place the nation's reserves on a striker's boot instead of printing budgets every year? They do not. Because even those who govern nations know what the gambler refuses to admit to himself.</p><p><br/></p><p>Picture this. In a small village, the women gather every evening. Each brings one hundred naira. One woman walks away with fifty thousand. The drums beat. The whole village celebrates her good fortune. But ask yourself where that fifty thousand came from. It did not fall from the sky like rain in the rainy season. It was carried, quietly, from the pockets of every woman who did not win.</p><p><br/></p><p>This is the entire skeleton of betting, simply wearing a faster app and brighter colours today.</p><p>The companies behind these games are not running charity homes. They are running carefully built houses, and every house is built so that, over time, the house always stands while the players fall. Every loud winner you see online is standing on the silence of a thousand quiet losers you will never hear from.</p><p><br/></p><p>The water for this fire:</p><p>The cure is not to forbid every form of entertainment, since adults are free to spend their money as they wish. The cure is to draw a clear line between entertainment and a financial plan, and never let the second one borrow from the first. Build the habit of saving before spending, learn even the basics of how money grows through patience, and remember that the men who built those beautiful betting company buildings did not build them by betting. They built them by understanding numbers better than their customers do. Learn what they know, not what they sell.</p><p><br/></p><p>So here, finally, is what ties these three fires together as one truth, and one shared cure.</p><p>Politics becomes deadly the moment a citizen forgets that his power lives beyond the ballot box.</p><p>Cultism becomes deadly the moment a young heart mistakes belonging for love.</p><p>Betting becomes deadly the moment hope quietly replaces a real plan.</p><p><br/></p><p>Notice this too. Each fire is put out by the same kind of water. Awareness. Patience. Belonging found in the right place. Power claimed the right way. Wealth built the slow way.</p><p><br/></p><p>All three games whisper the same lie into different ears, that there exists a shortcut to something good, one that asks nothing of your patience and nothing of your labour. And all three are defeated by the same ancient answer, that anything worth having is worth earning properly.</p><p><br/></p><p>I do not write this to throw stones at any man who has ever voted with his heart, joined a group out of loneliness, or placed a bet simply for the thrill of a Saturday evening. I write this because the elders always said that the eye that sees danger early, and also knows where the water is kept, is the eye that saves the head.</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me, which of these three fires do you believe the youth of today underestimate the most, and what water would you add to put it out faster? Speak honestly below. I am listening for every voice. 🇳🇬🔥</p><p><br/></p><p>Don't forget to tip me!</p>

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