A FRESHLY-HATCHED baby bedbug was cozy beside its mother between the laces of a mat as they sucked the blood of the owners of the house who were fast asleep. When the sun was up, in order to kill the stubborn bedbugs, the humans took the mat and spread it outside. As the heat of the sun intensified, the baby bedbug became uncomfortable and cried out to its mother: “Mother, the heat is getting too much. We may soon die”. The mother replied: “My baby, bear it.
Whatever is hot will surely cool down. No condition is permanent”.
You must have seen this legend plastered on the boards of lorries (Gwongworo in Igbo, Bolekaja in Yoruba, fill in the gap in your language), commercial buses, tricycles, commercial motorcycles and even wheel barrows.