Ramblings Of An Angry Nigerian: NOTHING TO SAY

Last week I rambled about my marriage narrow escape in 2015 to which I promised God a ram for thanksgiving; I mentioned how I could have jumped from a bridge and ended it all. Four days later a celebrity husband, fed up with marriage was atop a bridge and would have jumped and died if not for two musicians one of whom has the biggest head in the industry. Just four days after my writing! Three days before that I had posted a story about a couple who are in a hateful marriage but who remain together because society expects them to. Call me prophet; yes, what I see seated at my blogging desk so many profs have not seen sitting in their sixth floor well-polished American university office.

Yet I have never gone viral.

I am not making mouth, but except you’re an ex or Lai Mohammed, you know that I have written some cool stuff here, full of bacteria and worm, virus and fungi but ordinary viral I can’t go, something that some writers who cannot even spell hit back to back.

Three reasons I’ve never gone viral
1, Village witches
2, Pure social media jealousy
3, Something an ex buried in Okija/Ijebu-Ode/Ogoni.

But God is stronger than Luci. I must get go virus in Jesus name, sometime someday. Can I here someone shout a loud amen. (If I don’t go viral before the end of this raining season I’m going to climb the flyover in Upper Iweka Road and jump. And if you try to stop me from jumping, no matter the size of your head, I will wound you when I come down. To be forewounded is to be forewarned. That’s by the way.)

So many things happened last week and I am still trying to make sense of them. You know Nigerians are omniscience. They know all. They are analysts, intelligence agents, reviewers, pundits, wedding planners, marriage counsellors, commentators, advisers and hypocrites. My guy once referred to Nigeria as a nation of Pharisees. My guy is right. On the one hand you have people shaming strong women like Linda Ikeji for not marrying, on the second hand you see them bash participants of a bad marriage. Hypocrites!

So on Thursday a celebrity husband came to social media and accused his wife of sleeping around, putting her career above his stomach and even called his mother in law a witch. Jesters in social media began to make fun of the woman and the men she was accused of sleeping with. There was little room for doubt.

Then the woman hit back. In an interview run by the worst journalist of the century, she called her husband a womanizer, a cheat, a drug addict, a criminal debtor, a burden etc. This time around “analysts” went crazy with tales of feeding bottle husband, fine boy broke asses looking for women to sleep with, live on and destroy.

I feel sorry for this couple but I feel more sorry for Nigerians as a nation. Earlier in the week there was an outcry against Fulani herdsmen following the killings in Enugu. But it was a restricted outcry done by mostly 5 percenters. So many people had nothing to say because it is not their thing. The fourth deadliest terrorist group on earth is on rampage, the president is “dealing” with them silently but it’s not ya thang. OK dear.

In a country where the government feel they are doing the governed a favour by doing their duty, a country where weighty decisions are treated only when the people cry out, we are not doing ourselves plenty favour by choosing not to make some things our thing.

University of Port Harcourt is locked.
University of Lagos shut.
Imo State University on strike.
University of Ibadan, pad-locked .
Benue State University on lock and keys.
Adekunle Ajasin University in Ondo, locked!
(Add your own school to save my time).

Imagine we used the same vigour and passion with which we do marriage analyses on pressuring the authorities on this embarrassing closures, perhaps, at least, one of the universities would have resumed. But it’s obviously not our thing.

Gossip is our thing. Other people’s personal business and private lives really agree with our genes. Government corruption and inefficiency at handling things as basic as budget bore us. Gossips and scandals are two of our best pastimes.

Of course I have something to say about this cracked celebrity marriage but it’s not in my first 200 priorities. Not even first 2000. I have a neighbour who smokes weed everyday, his liver and kidney are more of a priority to me. Or, let me just confess (you can’t kill me), commenting on celebrity wedding, marriages, breakups, makeups, reunions etc is not my thing.

Now this is not the kind of post that goes viral. But the good news, I don’t care. We still have four months of raining season.

This reminds me of Mourinho who having lost 3-1 at home to Liverpool in October, came to the post match press conference and kept saying “nothing to say” to every question thrown at him.

“Now Okechukwu, what can you say about the marriage everyone is talking about?”

Nothing to say.

“Do you think going to the social media is a justified way to air out frustration in a bad marriage?”

Nothing to say.

“Is depression a factor we’ve downplayed in broken marriages?”

Nothing to say.

“You really don’t have anything to say, you of all people? Or you wish to talk politics, seeing that the Enugu State governor went to Abuja to pay the president a condolence visit after Enugu was attacked.”

I said I have nothing to say! Please let me be. All I want to do is lie down, spread myself like a lizard and suck in this public holiday.

“And talking about holidays, isn’t it a nice thing to have this holiday on a Monday?”

Nothing to say.

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16 thoughts on “Ramblings Of An Angry Nigerian: NOTHING TO SAY

  1. aitasweet

    You know, I love all you write and this is no exception! exception! Your wit is on point. But I honestly have nothing to say. Lol!

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  2. justapollion

    Tiwa the savage, fulani herdsmen dey ravage, masses dey manage, and I see that passage where Ugwuanyi went to pay Bubu a visit as a damage. Prophet indeed, but truly I have nothing to say except that you don’t disappoint.

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  3. adefunke62

    the whole thing tire person aswear, and to imagine that we leave the most important things and focus on someone’s crashed relationship is baffling. I don’t think I av anything to say either…

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    • HARD VOICES

      Where we get so much energy for what Onye Nkuzi will call anti-intellectual philistinism I don’t know. It’s an energy I don’t think I can afford, that only few can sustain

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  4. Saint Gab

    Nigerians are hypocrites. How will you say you have nothing to say when you have said it all? Many people play the game “its not our thang” but end up being victims.

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  5. Walt Shakes

    This is why you will not catch virus, when you will not join other Nigerians, both diseased and unwashed, in the same bandwagon. Can you imagine the viruses that’d be waiting to settle on your matter from that?
    What? You’ve got nothing to say to that too? Ok ooo. *going back to #TeebillzShouldGiveHisOwnInterview

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    • HARD VOICES

      Lols. Don’t think I will survive that virus. What will it profit a blogger to gain all viruses and lose his sole (pun intended not).
      But really the gossip industry needs mastering.
      Indeed let the guy give his interview. If I had said something about this I would have insisted on hearing the guy’s part. That outburst on Instragram can’t be admitted in my court, and the woman’s interview, though she dressed like mgbeke and shed tears isn’t enough evidence.
      But wetin concern me. I have nothing to say

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  6. Adeleke Julianah

    Oh well.
    Just like you, I really have nothing to say on the matter and this matter.
    But as for the killers…..
    Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

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  7. Adewoyin Joseph

    LOL. Although I’m tempted to continue laughing and tell ya I’ve got nothing to say, I’ll add this comment (if it counts as one) and not waste your time. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Maybe I’ve got one thing to say:

    Start small Kings. Catch a flu fess; you’ll go viral in record time. One request though: be mercilessly contagious, at least for my sake. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • HARD VOICES

      Lols.
      I hear you. If I ever catch virus it’s for the house. And no, your comments doesn’t count as one, it’s a legion how I missed it!
      Thanks for your comments Igwe.
      My regards to Uju and the new born

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