If Brexit was Nigexit...

Trying to keep up with foreign policies and international politics(as I have dreams of being a big international investor soon), I researched into Brexit, considering the different sides to the story, the different schools of thoughts and all what not. I found a lot of interesting opinions but this conversation in the comment section of an article got me the most.

Like seriously, what an analogy. Imagine calling a meeting of everyone you know or doing a press conference or open letter, announcing to them that you are no longer with your spouse and if they want to retain links with you, they must cut ties with them also. Too funny!

On a lighter note though, imagine Brexit was Nigexit. Naija twitter-sphere would have exploded, memes everywhere. What about the blogs? Aunty Linda would probably make enough money to buy another mansion, this time in Wuse 2. Aunty Bella with all her informed 'commenters' would have a filled day too, the comments will never end. Zikoko would have done so many series on the twitter reactions. At some point, we would have been so engrossed in the fun that we would have forgotten the gravity of the situation.

Jokes apart though, let us not stop praying for Nigeria. The avengers are not smiling and so many things are going wrong but Nigeria is our home and it must stand, safe and secure.

In the Naija spirit, if Brexit was Nigexit, how do you think Naija social media would respond?

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