Crypto means nothing to the woman selling yam at Oshodi because her generator swallowed her last thousand naira before the sun rose. It means nothing to the tailor whose machine stopped mid-stitch when NEPA vanished again and her inverter battery died two weeks ago. You can’t eat blockchain when petrol costs 800 naira per litre and the bus conductor still won’t take your daughter to school without cash in hand. I’ve seen boys post from air-conditioned rooms about “financial revolution” while my girls count change for groundnuts after work. If it doesn’t keep the light on or feed a child, it’s not currency — it’s a video game with real losses. I’ll take ten thousand naira in crisp notes over a million invisible coins any day.
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