Wednesday, 8 August 2007

Curses and Nympho Gramps

So a group of Nigerian women say they will place a curse on the men in Naija if the government doesn’t free an Igbo separatist leader held for treason. Hmm, na wa o! If you people want to place a curse, feel free to limit it to ONLY Igbo men…. Abeg, I don’t want a useless man o! Lol! Such jokers! So you think your curse will work? Abi where do you think you are? Don’t you lot know that it’s only the Yorubas and by extension the Benin people who can place a curse that actually WORKS! But then again, after all that Okija palaver maybe they do have a working curse. Anyway, my point is this… Get a life! Raise your kids to be ‘good self-respecting men’, rather than the xxxx we all detest. Educate them so they can go into worthwhile professions other than trading, ‘19ing’ and recharge carding!

At the same time, it was reported in BBC News – of all places, that ‘Nigerians go crazy for a title’. First people… this hunt for that title has always been the bane of society. I mean in the old days, if you weren’t a Lady, Lord or an Earl, then you were most definitely a NOBODY! So it is rather hypocritical of the Beeb to headline this rubbish! Obviously their news correspondent needs to (and that would be a NEED) go back to journalism school – preferably NOT Mass Comm. in ‘Lag (do you know anyone who went there who ACTUALLY practices what they studied so ‘hard’ for- do I hear resounding ‘Nope’? Well then!). He (i.e. that man that calls himself a BBC News Correspondent) says to be a traditional chief is like being a small god. As if that’s not bad enough, he goes on to say that it’s seen as the peak of one’s achievement in life. Yeah, right! Hear this from one of the dimwits he interviewed. ‘You don't operate as an ordinary man anymore. As a matter of fact you are supposed to be in the upper bracket of society and that lifts you from the commoner’ says a man who became a chief in Delta State in the 1990s (yup, the time of the rise of the noveau-riche!). Whatever mate! If that’s what rocks your boat, then so be it! Apparently now, titles can be bought for around $200,000 to $250,000 – and yes, that’s thousand US dollars! Anyway the article was littered with words that only a naija can come up with… let’s see, we’ve got ‘pomposity’, ‘symptomatic’ and quite a few words that didn’t fit together, like… ‘Mr Engineer’. Na wa o! I'm rather tired today, haven’t had my 8 hours beauty sleep in about 8 days now. It’s telling on me. The humour is gone. Forgive me.

In political matters, apparently Yar’Adua’s new cabinet is filled with old cronies from Baba’s administration. All I can say is, o boy, better wake up and fashie (forget) Baba ‘Yabo one time! Baba, you’re over 70 (your declared age, but we REALLY know you’re like clocking 90) and supposedly retired! So stay in Otta and keep ‘servicing’ all those sisis (women) that apparently keep knocking on your door. Infact, rumour has it that when Baba was in Aso Rock, he had a ‘cocktail of 3’ daily! Na you o!! I bet Hugh Hefner is jealous .

Ok, the girl’s gotta head out now, traffic building apparently and need to get in a sample question and about 10 pages of reading.

Catch y’all soon.

-‘boo xxx

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