Generational Wealth Is a Lie in Nigeria

Tunde and I met in our second year at Unilag, At the time we were both studying Economics, both of us somehow convinced we were going to change Nigeria in some dramatic, important way. We lost touch for a few years after graduation but then found each other again on LinkedIn of all places. We've been talking ever since, on WhatsApp mostly.

Tunde is one of the most hardworking people I know and I mean that without any qualification. He’s the kind of person who doesn't complain, doesn't cut corners, just puts his head down and goes. He got a master's from Covenant. Landed a solid job in Abuja at a financial firm. Got married to Folasade who works in health policy and they have a little boy, Adeola, who from his pictures is already running the household.

From the outside, Tunde has done everything right and I think that's exactly what makes what he told me last year so hard to shake.

We were on a call, a late one, I think it was a Friday and he went quiet for a moment in the middle of telling me about some work drama. Then he said, almost to himself:

"Guy, I've been thinking. If something happens to me tomorrow, what does Folasade actually have?"

I didn't say anything immediately because it wasn't a question that needed a quick answer. It was the kind of question you sit with.

He kept going. He said Folasade would have the savings, enough to last a few years if she's careful, less if anything goes wrong. She'd have the car but the apartment? Rented. Everything else? Tied to my salary, my name, my presence.

He said in conclusion "Everything I currently have dies with me. I haven't built anything that stays."

I didn't try to argue with him because he was right.

Here's the thing, Tunde isn't careless, he isn't irresponsible, he is one of those that have budgets, and invests a little. He does the things you're supposed to do but like so many of us, he had spent the last decade doing everything except the one thing that actually compounds across generations.

He'd been renting for eight years. Eight years of two, sometimes three years upfront rental payment. Eight years of a significant chunk of his income going to a landlord in Maitama who was, without meaning to, building his own legacy on Tunde's money.

He sent money home to Ibadan every month. Supported his younger sister through school. Took care of things and was present for everyone in his life. Yet, he owned nothing with his name on it.

Nothing he could hand to Adeola someday and say "your father built this." When he laid it out like that, I felt it too because if I'm honest, I wasn't in a completely different position.

We talked for a long time that night. About our fathers, our grandfathers. Tunde's grandfather had land in Oyo, nothing grand, but it was his. It held the family, it paid for things when times were hard and it gave the next generation a place to come from, literally and otherwise.

Our generation? We have salaries, we have credentials, we have connections on LinkedIn and followers on Instagram and group chats full of smart people talking about building wealth.

But land? Property? Something physical that the ground holds and time doesn't easily take? Most of us have been putting that off. We always say next year, when things settle or when we feel more ready and the prices keep climbing, the years keep passing.

Tunde made a decision that night or at least started the process of making it. He called me about two months later and said he and Folasade had started talking seriously to a real estate company in Abuja. That they'd found something they could manage with a flexible payment structure. That for the first time in a long time he felt like he was building something that would still exist after him.

He didn't sound like a man who had bought property. He sounded like a man who had finally exhaled.

I'm telling you about Tunde because I think a lot of us are Tunde. Doing everything right by every measure we were given and somehow still not doing the one thing that actually creates something lasting.

The Nigerian middle class is not poor but it is fragile in a way we don't talk about enough because its wealth lives entirely in the present. In salaries that stop, in savings that inflation quietly eats and in careers that cannot be inherited.

Property ownership is different. It is the one thing that has consistently, across generations, across economic cycles, across every naira devaluation and every market crash, held.

There's a reason the first thing wealthy Nigerians do when money arrives is buy property. It's not sentiment, it's just good sense born from watching what survives and what doesn't.

Tunde's son Adeola is two years old. He will not understand for many years what his father did, or why it mattered. But one day he will stand somewhere, in front of a document, a building, a piece of land with his family name attached to it and he will feel, in his bones, the difference between inheriting something and starting from nothing.

Just one good decision, made on a Friday night after a long week, when he was tired and honest enough to ask himself a hard question and brave enough to do something about the answer.

At Vira Property, this is exactly who we build for. People like Tunde, young professionals and growing families in Abuja who are ready. Not perfectly, not with everything in place, but genuinely ready to stop renting someone else's future and start building their own.

Because the decision Tunde made? It's available to you too.

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Generational Wealth Is a Lie in Nigeria

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