The laity walked with barefoot of dust and grease upon holy things. The thieves of our unforgiveness were stoned upon holy things. The children shat, the old spat, and the bread of crime was broken upon holy things. Sacrilege has fallen upon holy things...
I experience an orgasmically intense paradoxical joy whenever I fail at anything. It may partly account for why my life has gone to shit. The other part is accounted by the size of my phallus which detracts from the blood supply meant for my brain.
I read a story about someone from a family compound just behind the famous raffia market. This guy finished school with a 2.2 in Computer Engineering, no strong connections, no foreign certificate, just pure local hustle.
For years he was dropping applications everywhere, Tesla, Google, Apple, Meta, even Saudi Aramco through their Nigerian partners, and nothing was coming. Not like he wasn't good oo. Boy was legit good and knew his onions.
His people were already calling him the one wey no go make am. Then one December him uncle for village carry am go this old native doctor inside a quiet compound near the Ikot Ekpene stadium.
The man no dey play. Pure local herbs, incisions, and one small calabash of mixture. According to the story the old man tell am, “Your road is blocked by too many eyes, but we go open am with the ancestors.”
He did the thing and had to sleep with the mixture under his pillow for seven nights and recite the Ibibio words the man gave him every morning before sunrise.
Barely two months later, everything scatter. He received an email from Google inviting him for an interview for a remote software role. Email wey e send for over 6 months oo. The interview was just one relaxed call, no heavy wahala according to him. Next thing, they flew him to their hub in Dubai for onboarding, then posted him to handle African projects. From there he moved to Meta, landed some contract gigs with Tesla on their battery systems, and through connections he started doing IT work for one of the big contractors servicing Saudi Aramco. The thing shock everybody.
E still dey send small something to the old man till today for “maintenance.” If you wan try am, make sure your mind strong sha.
How true is this sef??🤔
Life is spiritual sha
Yes to the crowing of the rooster, yes to the setting sun. Yes to the nostalgic petrichor of the wet season. Yes to the blazing incandescence of the midday heat. Yes to the petrifying ominosity of the night. Yes to irrationality. Yes to madness. Yes to the totality of being.
I was a little downtrodden at the break of dawn when it seems the distinct euphoria of the week has reached its inevitable twilight. With the arrival of evening I feel myself drawn back to the drugless high-ness that had dominated the hours of my week.
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Nigerians have not developed object permanence. When Boko Haram is not in their backyard, Boko Haram does not exist. Maybe we should start with peek-a-boo. Fucking infants.