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Rage or Peace?



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What do I let out of the box today? My rage or my peace? Quite a difficulty to choose right now as both hustle for expression, rather than show favoritism, I let this old nursery rhyme be the judge, sing along if you can:  eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a tiger by the toe, If he hollers, let him go, eeny, meeny, miney, moe. 

Many events have passed by since I last penned here and in between them all, a Nigerian has lived through it and still putting up with the present system. After all, that's our life, we are a strong people who find beautiful means of turning our struggles to hit songs, these Nigerian artistes seems to have a hint those unspoken expressions as they make a hit of them. I wonder who whispers it in their ears.

Recently, a trending chorus goes thus  ".......If I broke na my business." (lols), by the way, who should own it. What caught my attention is the playfulness and creativity, that's therapy for the debt ridden free of charge. Hopefully they find meaning even in their debt. I wish them well. Whoever sang that song just turned himself to a therapist. That's an example and one  of the mystery of being a Nigerian. 

Though yet to come up with a particular experience of late, as I write, the suspension of Twitter in Nigeria comes to mind yet I'm not tempted to pen a thing or meticulously and painstakingly vent my anger and hunger, I rather let the sleeping dog lie since it has been lifted only for most Nigerians to appear neutral in the present armed conflict between Russia and Ukraine which our authorities used as one of the reasons behind the present and excruciating fuel scarcity under a scorching heat. 

Up North from part of Nigeria I'm based, for fear of having scaring dreams I rather not look in a mirror, I don't want to be nicknamed "charcoal" have had enough way back from school. These days we hardly know what's up with the sun, it ain't behaving friendly for a second. (lol). Perhaps, the only white part of me left could be my shining white teeth. (lols). Just preparing a genuine excuse for a soft landing when my folks see me again, I'm so proud to be African. Can I hear Yes o, Yes o (In Tuface voice).

I still do my basic daily routine, wake up, thank God for another day, clean up, go to work, close from work, get squeezed in them one of those taxis, I can't afford to discriminate, so whatever thought comes up gets shut up immediately except that of procuring a vehicle as soon as possible. This leaves me with an impression and deep temptation for me to write on people living with obesity, because from the look of things Nigerians probably are heading that way or are already there. I know its a sensitive topic and I am not looking forward to a confrontation nor try to be gender biased.

 I know I can't be sued as it could be in the West to say what you are not supposed to say while you never meant any harm. Honestly speaking, I think we need more gyms than restaurants all over the places or rather say, more adverts on body fitness rather than political campaign billboards. (lol).

Never mind, I will back here soonest again, dishing out daily adventures of a Nigerian in Nigeria, of course not all Nigerians are in Nigeria. (lols), like my movie night out at Lagos, airport palaver, and many more. I've got someone to hold me accountable henceforth. (Yay!) 

Time to judge: who found expression rage or peace? Let me know your thoughts in the comment box below.




 

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