A Date With “Satan”

 

Satan: A Dark Comedy is a stage play written and directed by writer and media entrepreneur, Joy Isi Bewaji

First of all, there’s no doubt that the title of the play is about as intriguing as titles get. I wasn’t quite sure of what to expect when I saw the promotional materials on social media, because, frankly, dark comedies aren’t exactly commonly explored in these parts.

Was it going to delve into the numerous vices cum evil the fallen angel is widely believed to engineer in our world? Would it downplay these perceived villainous activities and question such beliefs? I was soon to find out.

The Many Battles Calmness Wins

 

It happened on Tuesday morning. Traffic had begun to build up as commuters tried to make their way to work. Traffic had slowed to intermittent stops as it approached the railway intersection. The time was about 6.15 am, there was still plenty of time for the driver to make the office without being adjudged late. As the car inched closer to the tracks, there was some noise…incoherent at first, and then louder, with an accompanying wave of frantic hands as a couple of pedestrians jogged in the direction of the cars who were trying to meander through fellow motorists to get to the other side of the road.

Silent Work, Self-Focus, Zero Comparisons

 

I probably belong to a negligible number of people who believe in keeping things close to their chest until there’s some form of desirable result. Many would call someone like me secretive, and maybe they are right. In a world where it’s now the order of the day to put every minute detail of one’s life out there, people like me are dinosaurs. We are going extinct because that’s just not the way the world works right now. If you are living well and life’s treating you with the level of care newly married couples show each other, then, by Jove, why wouldn’t you want to share it with others? And if you are on the side of the divide where each day is drab, uninspiring or even tortuous, you should also put it out there too. You never know who can help.

Of Serena, Bisola, And Elusive Wins

 

One is an international superstar. Arguably, the greatest tennis player dead or alive and definitely a legend that will be talked about for many years to come. The other is a rising star in Nigeria, one who’s blessed with an abundance of gifts every creative person craves. While these two young women are at different phases in their career, with Serena gradually inching towards the twilight of her illustrious tennis career and Bisola just starting to attract that level of recognition that anyone who has followed her career knows she more than deserves, one phenomenon binds them together–the long, tortuous road to elusive victories.

How To Be A Celebrity

 

First, it was Davido practically bringing proceedings to a halt at the NYSC Orientation Camp in Lagos, next, The Africa Magic Viewer’s Choice Awards held last Saturday, and so it’s a good time to talk about celebrities and what makes them tick. The life of the rich and famous is as intriguing as it is attractive. Many crave the lifestyle and attention that famous people attract. The perks and many times, the frustration of being a popular face–being recognised everywhere you go, living with the reality of bidding goodbye to an anonymous lifestyle, bearing the pressure of often unrealistic fan expectations, and almost always being only one step away from controversy or a scandal.

Sometimes, Just Stop And Listen

 

 

We live in a time where everyone wants to be heard. Everybody is an expert at something and oftentimes, it’s the reason we have a cacophony of voices jostling to be heard. There are “Masterclasses” advertised on every other social media profile. The belief that the more knowledgeable one is, the greater respect they command may be true, but the flip side is a horde of humans who overestimate their grasp of a subject matter. People who think they and are convinced that because they have done something over time, they are masters at it. While this can be true, it is not necessarily always the case. You could have been doing something wrong for the ten years you have been an “expert” at it.

This “Wokeness” Will Haunt Us Someday

 

We are a woke generation. We know “What’s up”. Full of spunk and sass and in the loop happenings around us. A set of people who are never bereft of information because we are fortunate to be in our prime during this time of a digital revolution. Our smartphones and other devices are our fast companions and we pride ourselves in being a driven, forward-thinking generation who are vastly different from the older, slower generation. However, the trend of events and recent dynamic in the way we perceive developments, interpret happenings and most critically, behave, is gradually becoming a source for concern; and this development can be tied to the growing belief that nothing is really wrong. The lines between good and bad are blurring daily, and we have “wokeness” to blame for that.

The Twist In The “Lazy Youths” Narrative

 

The general consensus is that the average young Nigerian is unserious. Loafers seeking a free meal ticket. Male and female alike, they shun the principles that guarantee success because they are a pampered generation. Nigerian youths have been touted as unserious lots who are always looking to reap where they have not sown. Little wonder Yahoo Yahoo and other sundry vices are synonymous with them. Young Nigerians have been maligned by even the one person that should be rooting for them – the “lazy youths” insinuation comes to mind here.

Ode To The Silent Lovers

 

In the shadows…behind the scenes

Nodding in the background

Almost non-existent if one were to judge by the physical, yet always there.

Always, always there.

No comments on the blog post. Sparse reactions on the Facebook, yet silently rooting.

Taciturn, shy, reticent but stoic in effervescent support.

Caught

 

After yet another night spent tugging lightly at the hem of his pyjamas to no avail, I knew my husband was cheating.

Osi was crazy about sex and it had taken a while for me to adjust to his constant need for a tangle between the sheets after we got married. But I had caught up. I had to, I didn’t want my man checking any other woman out on account of my sexual passivity.

So when Uche mentioned she knew some private investigator, I didn’t hesitate to engage his services.