Youre right and I'll tell you why because I can.
Given the circumstances of his marriage, they expect him to be miserable - as per Nollywood.
They hate that he seemed to cover all bases - prenup, marriage, divorce + custody, removal of his ex as dependant, exoneration from DV claims and he is unapologetically loud.
They don't care about whatever circumstances surrounded the marriage or dissolution just hate the fact that "a cheating gurl took an L".
They hate that they can't troll him for his looks, career, pockets or his ability to pull 10s as he pleases + he is young. So why not zoom in, on his nostrils.
Was he doing too much publicly at some point? Relatively yes.
But I can rationally charge it to two possible factors:
1. He was genuinely also deeply affected by the way the marriage turned out & the repeated public crashout + need for some kind of validation was a necessary step to putting it behind,
2. When a situation puts you on the spotlight for the very first time, a lot of people don't know how to leverage on the overwhelming first round of applause & hang it there - they stretch it until the balance tilts.
These are my honest assessments.
Do these assessments justify the vitriol he's getting from women currently? No.
He seems to be doing well and they hate his guts.
The honest-to-god truth might be that - he might not be doing that well emotionally but he has refused to allow weakness be his public identity and doesn't conform to their definition of "humble".
I’m 61, and not yet in active retirement.
3 years from now, my last child will depart for college.
At that juncture, the inimitable Iyom Electrik (aka “Fine Girl”, “Odogwu nwanyi”), and I will have a choice to make; and it will be a binary choice.
1) Return to our Estate in Anam and build the largest fish farm in Igboland. Farming and writing philosophical treatises.
But this choice carries a contingency; a dramatic improvement in security. If this fails to materialize, we will deed the Estate over to the Catholic Church to repurpose as a high school.
2) Buy a Villa or Finca in Andalusia or Porto, somewhere along the Duoro River. Immersing ourselves in the culture and farming and writing philosophical treatises.
One seeks a life of humble obscurity. Nature, music, poetry, lyricism and knowledge in contradistinction to monumentality, and power. For indeed, “Felix, qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas," ("Happy is the one who has been able to understand the causes of things").
Many friends and colleagues, amongst them plausibly the nation’s best and brightest, called it quits years ago. Seeking freedom from the oppression of a sunken place. Camus was right. A life so close to the wall is a dog’s life.
Their surrogates are the politicians and the purblind “elite” or moneyed peasants; encrustations of barnacle and weed upon the underbelly of the Leviathan, the Nigerian State. The lower forms of life, long seized control of a benighted people. A genus that turns the suffering of the average Nigerian into spectacle.
The people themselves chained in a dark, underground Plato’s cave and looking straight ahead at a blank stone wall and nourished on an infernal diet of tribalism and religion, are caught between passivity and complicity. They are no bargain. Their suffering is not redemptive.
And the intellectuals? The enablers. “Everywhere belle face”.
Time they say, is a precious thing. And I have always liked the dictum: “Time is a fugitive”*
So you see dear Nigerians, I am a candidate in this election. Vote wisely.
* (Literal, the Latin, “Tempus fugit”)
Being biologically female means having a body that is observably organised to produce large gametes (eggs), as opposed to a body organised to produce small gametes (sperm). A woman is female whether her eggs have been fertilised or not. A man can never be female.
I don’t think enough people realize Manuel Pellegrini is such a genius of a coach. Many coaches don���t get the flowers they deserve, Pellegrini has never finished outside a European spot in La Liga before.
He’s been winning trophies as a Coach as far back as 1995. He also has a more serious CV than most managers people hype today LDU Quito, River Plate, Villarreal, Real Madrid, Málaga, Manchester City, West Ham United, Real Betis, even Hebei in China.
He has 14 full seasons in La Liga and has never missed a European spot. Fourteen out of fourteen. That level of consistency at the top level in one Europe top 5 league is absurd.
Real Betis, Málaga, Villarreal, Real Madrid. Five different teams, different expectations, different budgets, same outcome: competitive football and European qualification.
People also forget he took Villarreal to a Champions League semi-final and turned them into one of the best footballing sides in Spain. Then he dragged Málaga to the Champions League quarter-final and was literally moments away from knocking out Borussia Dortmund to reach another semi-final.
At Real Madrid, he got 96 points in the league and still lost the title because Pep’s Barcelona were operating at an insane level. Most managers would have won La Liga comfortably with that tally. Mourinho had to do 100 points to take the league from Barca. But leave that aside.
Then came to England, in his first season, he delivered a Premier League title for Manchester City playing free-flowing attacking football, not just robotic possession for the sake of it. Even at West Ham, he stabilised the club and left foundations that helped them improve afterwards.
What makes Pellegrini special is that everywhere he goes, his teams have identity. Calm build-up, technical football, attacking intent, stability over chaos. No unnecessary drama, no media gimmicks, just elite coaching year after year.
When football history looks back properly, Pellegrini will be recognised as one of the most consistent and underrated managers of his generation.
They never do.
I've said for years that almost nobody in Nigeria has experienced actual love before, whether male or female. Not from their romantic partners, not from their family, not even from their parents. It's all an unhealthy soup of unprocessed emotions, theatre performance and the worst kind of unbridled capitalism.
Nigerian relationships are characterised by a lot of things. Things like Desire. Lust. Dependency. Codependency. Convenience. Need. Force.
Love is unfortunately not one of them.
This babe said she wants the type of guy that would ask her if she is free in 2 weeks because he wants to fly her to Dubai and fly her first class. She said any man that flies her economy is a useless person.
Such a person cannot love you and has zero desire to love. This performative love that is Instagrammable is delusional.
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There is a lady that loves Malta Guinness. My guy bought her two crates and she melted in his arms. I know another one that loves avocado and anytime her man buys avocado for her, she lights up like a child. True desire!
I always wonder if you people don't enjoy life's little pleasure. Don't you have something that you genuinely enjoy when nobody is watching? You see that mama that sells ewa agoyin and soft bread that you enjoy, tell your date you love her food. You love climbing trees and plucking ebelebo, tell your person. You enjoy the silliness of solidifying milo and chewing on it like a snack, tell your person. If you're afraid to tell your person what you really enjoy, it is not love. 1Jn 4:18 says "there is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love."
Try to enjoy things that do not require external validation. A girl saw a public proposal and she spoke out that if she doesn't get something like this, she is not accepting it because she does not deserve less. Her friend asked her, would you be okay getting it if you won't have to post it on social media and she said No. So it is not that she actually likes it, she just wants to pepper people and get validation. Some of the thing you people crave, you do not really care about it. You just feel like it elevates you in people's eyes.
Don't murder the child in you trying to live up to external validation. Do the things that make the child in you, light up.
You think I'm happy living abroad?
I have a family I grew up with, whom I love with all of my heart - and the reality keeps dawning on me, on how many times I will see them before I one day turn 60.
People I saw daily, or once a month - I haven't seen in years, and would realistically only see once a year, going forward.
You think I'm happy?
That one day, I might end up having children and my siblings might not have the relationship with them - the relationship I had with my uncles, in my formative years? I remember clearly how they would take us to MrBiggs every Sunday - I am currently reliving the flavour from that meatpie.
How we would go to the family house in Ikeja, every year for Eid. The grandchildren uniforms, the snacks while watching your uncles slaughter rams.
You think I'm happy that I might one day lead a family of children who might not know their version of that?
WTF will I be doing in another man's land, if I did everything they asked me to do from childhood (face your studies, be exceptional, stay away from crime, be hardworking) and opportunities lined up for me to be the best I could, in my motherland? WTF will I be doing here?
Why will I condescend myself to living in a clime where I have to mentally switch from sun burning weather to teeth clenching winter - when I came from a land where I never needed gloves? You think I'm happy?
If I could do honest work, be on my way home and not have to bother about the risk of getting shot by the people meant to protect me, because I have some lines of tattoos on my body - you think I would leave?
If I could trust a justice system to defend me, ensure my rights even though I am a nobody - have trustworthy institutions banking on the highest standards, not have to worry about the bread I eat, the fake drinks from the club or streets, the fake drugs - you think I would leave?
Don't get me wrong. I am grateful for the opportunities this clime has given me, to test my limits - to be everything I thought I could be. But all of these, in replacement for the soul I grew up with?
You know the satisfaction that settled within me when I could wake up on a Saturday morning, stroll to the Iya wanke's place - relish an entire plate, or some ewa agonyin while watching children battle it out, in a 5 v 5 across the streets.
That communal living that relished my soul, is now replaced with silent streets and finely divided sealed terraces.
You walk through the city centres in the evenings - you see friends having an aperitif (they do so every evening), you see grandfathers meeting up with their children, you see entire families with extended families living across the streets, first cousins are even able to use the same gym and you remember what that looked like for you back home?
You think of all your friends scattered across continents, some you might never get to hug again.
For a lot of diasporans, you don't want Nigeria to work more than us. A lot of us want to come home, but what is home? Where is home? When will home feel like home?
I hope to continue living life without lack, in comfort, with accomplished dreams - but I want to do so, with soul. When I die one day, I want to do so - with soul.
@edibaby21 Anything wey cosarn New born, Maternity, Paediatrics na winch.
The exams, praticals look so easy.
When Result show, e go bloody.
Nevertheless Ị don't care.
You are the Best Graduating Student.
You dịd well.
Congratulations.