1 & 6.
-The money can get me hotel rooms, flight tickets and unlimited wardrobe.
-I already have a good body.
-I don’t need perfect hair and makeup.
Drama at the just-concluded APC rally in Ebonyi State as the performing singer and members of the crowd were heard singing "Obi Kerenke" during the event👀👀
Ah, I remember those days as though they were happening this very minute. I used to get daily message requests and whenever I opened them, it would be the usual, “I just want to tell you to stop using AI to write.” Those who cared very little for subtlety would directly accuse me of using AI to write in the comments. I would look at them all and just laugh.
It also did not help that this was around the same time AI had truly blown up. Every single day, there was always that one comment accusing me of using it. Did I care? No. Humans have always had this habit of attributing what they cannot understand to myth. It happened in the time of Christ. It is partly why Joan of Arc was executed. We have this stubborn refusal to sit with beauty and ask how it came to be. Instead, we become suspicious of it. We reduce it to something fake, dubious or impossible.
The good thing, however, is that I have always understood human behaviour, so their comments never got to me. They still don’t. People will talk. Me, I will always be fine.
There’s nothing to talk about with regards to my academic achievements. It’s just that: academic. It neither defines me nor somehow makes me think I’m better than everyone else. I have never understood this fixation people have with constantly talking about their achievements. It comes across to me as something bordering on narcissism.
I believe you can be an intellectual and still relate with people on the street. I cannot tell you the utter shock on the faces of some of my guys when they discovered I was the person behind this account. They simply could not reconcile the same person who rolls with the egbon adugbos in the street with the person writing all this.
The trick, if there is one, is simple: be like water. Do not become so rigid that you cannot come down to people’s level and interact with them. Come down to them, relate with them and never become so arrogant that you feel the need to constantly demonstrate that you are smart and they are not.
I have found that one of key dangers of intellectualism is that it inflates the ego. It convinces you that you are more than you are. It elevates you to a level that does not exist and, before long, you think too highly of yourself and withdraw from people who do not occupy the same intellectual bandwidth as you.
The irony, however, is that some of the most fascinating people you will ever meet are not intellectuals at all. They may never write essays or speak in sophisticated language, yet they possess stories, instincts and ways of seeing the world that no book can teach you. The moment intellectualism cuts you off from ordinary people, it has defeated its own purpose.
For the first time since i was born, this evening, my twin sister from two incarnations ago, found me. Physically manifested as she walked right through a portal provided (unconsciously) by a commercial sex worker by the roadside.
I was shocked but i maintained steeze and composure.
She, visibly upset: “You have been playing deaf to me. How long did you think it would last?”
Me: Sipping my peppersoup:
“Missed you too sis but wait till some random randy man has sex with a loose lady so you can get born. Patience is a virtue”.
She: Attempts to react.
Me: Closes portal with my mind and gives her a kiss as she is sucked back into the hollow.
How is your evening going?