The way the vast majority of us treat people who’re past their prime; in age or career, is very wicked.
“He/she done old!”
“Pack it up”
Crazy!
And often times, it’s people who were killing it in their prime, but now it is “he/she has fallen off”, and so bloody what?
The thing is, not everyone will get their time in the sun, not everyone will pop in their prime, but everyone who gets their time in the sun, unless they die in their prime, will eventually become an “old taker”. And what’s more, every single one of us will get old in age, and someday become outdated in our different career paths.
So when you shade beautiful people who’re now aging, or entertainers who are no longer popping, know that we’re all headed there- if you live long enough.
If you find that you’ve outgrown an entertainer’s style, or they’re seemingly stuck in a “gone” era, you stop looking at them, you move on to the newer ones.
It’s more brutal on entertainers. “We no dey hear your gbedu again”, go and listen to another person’s gbedu!
“Eww, she old and fat”, what do you expect when people age???
I’ve had this in mind for a while, but was triggered by the casual slander on one of the Psquare duo’s new music. Psquare??? That carried an entire generation for a whole decade??? Psquare that you cannot talk Y2K nollywood, music or fashion, without involving? Haba nowww…
I’ve seen it happen here with Nicki Minaj, Rihanna, Tiwa Savage… it’s either they’re called old, or “fallen off”. And I find it crazy because you cannot talk about an era with talking about these people. They didn’t just trend, they were pioneers in their different worlds. They made evergreen statements.
Let’s be kinder. So that when that day comes and we need kindness, we don’t appear hypocritical seeking it.
This is not the tweet I picked up my phone to make… I’m making this tweet to the effect of the tweet I intended to make…
So… be more scrutinizing of the tweets you make about the people you love especially.
Here’s what happened-
Something happened few hours ago with someone I really love. I found it really funny. The “ahn-ahn” kind of funny but regardless, funny. It was something that’d make for a good twitter post and I was going to tweet it.
However, I was stitching up the story in my head and something hit me. This story is without context. The people that’ll read do not know this person or their/our story. I could see how, stepping out of my own story. I could see how easy this story without context could be summed up to this person’s entire personality. And I realized…
Some times, we can post “funny” moments with the people we love. And with context, it makes it even funnier but without context; which the vast majority of people that will read don’t, it can be easy to see things for what it is not.
Lol.
Yeah, so when they say “keep things you love away from the internet”, it can also be this. Not because the internet is always vile, but because it can be that they don’t have the context.
Anywayyyy…😂😂😂
Please, every time you go to buy fuel, especially in kegs, keep your eyes on the meter and ensure to request the full litre you paid for.
Nigeria is bad, but Nigerians won’t hesitate to make it worse.
In the past three weeks, I’ve had to go get fuel in a keg, on foot because I gave my car out to my mechanic to repaint and he’s decided to paint a single car in three weeks. Must be very efficient for income but he’ll soon know how I use to do.
Having been buying fuel in a keg, on foot, I realized these fuel stations sell between 100-500 naira short of the amount you paid for. Either they didn’t do that when I bought from my car or I haven’t been paying attention.
First day, I bought 15k fuel. The attendant sold ₦14,900 worth and stepped back from the pump like the transaction was closed.
I stood there for a moment, very confused - not yet angry, just doing math in my head. I called her attention to it, she looked at me with the exhaustion of someone explaining something obvious to someone slow, and then told me - so casually and so as-a-matter-of-factly - that’s what I get because keg. She was already making to attend to other people as though I was becoming a minor inconvenience.
“Why?” Why are you sub charging me 100 naira “because of keg”? Did you give me keg? In what way is the keg sucking up 100 naira? Okay. What is the name of this charge?
“Daz how we use to do”, she said.
Right. So then let me show you how I use to do.
By now, I’ve brought my voice out of my voice box because anyhow has been done, and so an equal and corresponding anyhow needs to be seen. I said very firmly, “you’ll sell the remaining 100 naira, give me my balance, tell me the name of this “charge” or point me to your manager”.
At this point, she changed her approach. “It’s just hundred naira ma” to which I told her that the last .0 naira of this fuel must be accounted for. She dramatically checks her bag and then goes “I don’t have 100 naira change”. So go look for it my dear.
She grudgingly brought out 100 naira and gave me.
Today again, I went to buy fuel. It was a guy who’d sold fuel for me earlier in the week and we’d had a similar dance. At the time, he sold to me before I paid and I’d insisted he’ll only collect the 9900 he sold to me or I’m not putting my pin.
So today, he decided to be clever and have me pay before he puts the fuel. I told him, “you’ll either remove 9900 and sell that to me, but if you remove 10k, ensure to sell just that to me”. He went “you know the other day, I just did it for you, daz not how we sell”. Okay, so how do you sell? What is the 100 naira for? Did you give me a keg? Do I have to speak with your manager?
He switched.
“You know this is where we eat from.” That’s not my business.
“Imagine I’m your brother…” You’re not. If I want to tip you, I’ll do so of my own volition. You won’t reap it off me.
He collected 10k and sold exactly 10k to me.
One man there, also buying fuel, offered his own take as I was leaving. He said he understood the attendants, really - he just wished they’d take ₦50 instead of ₦100. Less aggressive, you know?
“Who’s ‘us’ sir? Even 5 naira nobody will collect from me without a reason”.
This one I can fight, I’ll fight it like a wounded animal. Don’t let me unleash my frustrations at Nigeria on you please.
Be very strict with these little 100 and 50 naira because in a different office, it’ll quickly become 100k.
And if anyone tells you “daz how we use to do” - let them know you also have a way you use to do.
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Last Last a lot of us men need serious therapy. If we carry these our bad characters and ideologies into marriages or relationships they won’t work. There is only so much one good partner can do.
If you want to insist on telling people the Bible hates homosexuals then why for fuck's sake do you want to be in the same room with gay people for the furtherance of your own goals? You love the Bible so much but you want to take money from disgusting gays which your god hates so much and spend time with disgusting gay poets which your god condemns. At the very least, you are a bad christian and a hypocrite. If you feels so compelled to tell the whole world about how god hates homosexuality, then you should be faithful to that god and also avoid homosexuals. You can't eat your cake and have it.
This is so weird. You live in a country where gay people are being KILLED, harassed, beaten, but you think you are being persecuted because a fellowship thinks a person who has used the Bible to justify his disgust for gay people (which book the killers in your own country also often use as justification for killing gay people) should not share the room with gay poets. This is not about your poetry. It is also not about censorship. You want people to give you their money and food and boarding in a place where they explicitly want to care also for gay poets whose entire existence your fictional book finds disgusting.
If a "poet" tells me his religious book thinks black people are inferior human beings, I would not want to share a room and dinner with such a person in a totally optional activity.