Uma Thurman whistled again as she kLlled yet another man. I found her quest for revenge oddly satisfying, and even more so that she wasn't apprehended by the police at the end of the movie; the ultimate unraveling moment in Nollywood suspense.
Just right after the light went off, Owolade walked by, getting down on both knees to greet me. She beamed a beautiful smile at me, and I could almost feel my heart melt. It was that time of the year when flies roam in abundance, and supposedly well-mannered people throw caution to the wind to enjoy a natural delicacy.
Watching the bustle of daily lives across the street, I remembered once a long time ago, when eating mango and drinking Coke was considered to be a poisonous act. According to my mother then, the chemicals in the Coke react violently to the mango fluid, and this would cause serious stomach ache till the person dies.
Mama Owolade greeted me too, just that this time, it was in response to my initial greeting. I didn't kneel for her. She was at least 15 years older than I was, but then we were both married women and as far as I was concerned, we belonged to the same clique - not entirely.
I wonder why he muted the part of the video where the women were about to speak.
Then, when I watched another video, it turned out that all the women he was sponsoring in the video were Igbo women singing Igbo songs and praising him for spending Yoruba people's money on them.
people lack accountability, then be like “you could've just talked to me”. no, i couldn't. you don't listen. you deflect. you gaslight. you make me feel like i'm the problem for bringing it up. so no, i stayed silent to protect my peace, not because i didn't want to fix.
you cannot make sense to a person who only comprehends things at their own level of perception. no matter how much you explain, argue, or try. save your energy.