Individual mystery is getting scarcer by the day. Our lives are an open book because it is no longer fashionable to keep mum on one’s activities. The virtual community continues to prompt us to share— and we succumb— letting friends and foes alike into everything that defines our essence. Gone are the days when circumspection was an unwritten rule. The times when one made moves in silence are long forgotten, and though some people still hold onto the holy grail of a life void of incessant displays, these lots are a negligible percentage.
It starts at an early age: the dream and need to belong. To be one of the cool kids. The drive to be affiliated with wealth and recognition began in high school; children from average homes who did all they could to be friends with the kids from affluent backgrounds. They devised every means to be viewed as one of the creme de la cremes of the student society. Some of them went as far as denying their own parents or seeing them discreetly when they came visiting because they needed to keep up an appearance.
Ayo is an OND holder who now has a thriving business. He is dating Jane, a freshman in the university. Because Jane comes from a penurious background, Ayo has opted to foot all her school bills; and not only that, he takes care of her feeding and general welfare also. The lovers have an agreement to get married as soon as Jane concludes the mandatory National Youth Service Corps. Their parents are also aware of this, and Jane’s parents who live in the village are especially grateful to Ayo for the constant financial support he lends.
Two separate faux pas in vastly different climes stemming from posts in the virtual space produced regrettable outcomes—a police detainment—and a firing. Aftermaths that underscore the fact that social media isn’t an isolated platform or negligible medium and virtual recklessness in form of crass jokes or cheeky remarks are still liable to be punished. Recently, up-and-coming artiste, Naira Marley unwittingly initiated his own arrest when men of the anti-fraud agency, EFCC paid him an early morning visit and subsequently detained him because of his endorsement of fraudsters, popularly called “Yahoo Boys” while BBC radio and TV host, Danny Baker was fired by his employers on account of his apalling tweet regarding the royal newborn.
Time was when I assumed a lifestyle of staying in one’s lane and doing one’s thing in their little corner of the world would exempt them from the lens of critics and haters. When anyone was enmeshed in controversy, I believed they must have courted it. I mean, mind your business, do the right things and be a good person, and conflict would steer clear of you, right?
The month of March has been a difficult one for many people. The number of deaths recorded from a tragic combination of natural disasters, negligence and terrorism is enough to leave anyone in a disconcerting loop of light-headedness and despondency. Every day, there seems to be some terrible news; something that makes one shudder and…
“I’m the best in this field, no one does it better.”
“I may not have any hits or even put out any music, but I know I’m better than Davido and Wiz Kid put together.”
And the most common of them?
“I have made six figures every week since I started this business. If you’re interested in being like me, comment ‘Yes’ below.
More often than not, people who make these sort of pronouncements are noisemakers and nothing more.
Two divergent personalities.
One for the public…the crowd, the virtual mob who may deride or ostracise you if you do not kowtow to popular opinion.
How can everyone you know align with the two major political parties while you opt to pitch your tent with the third force? So you choose to be a closet cheerleader and chant “Four plus Four!” or “Atikulated!” because you’d sooner jump off a cliff than admit you’re voting an unpopular candidate.
There are only a few days left before the year winds down. The last couple of days before the end of each year are often a time of reflection even for the most laissez-faire personalities. There’s something about the threshold of a new year that triggers a mixture of excitement and sobriety. We are happy because…
It was an impossible task of sorts. I was mandated to write four articles within a few hours—and no, I wasn’t given topics—I had to come up with them. This meant developing a concept and conducting a fair bit of research before going ahead to put pen to paper. Already mentally tired and inundated with plenty of work, it seemed unfeasible to pull off. A colleague asked how I would go about it and the next words I spoke surprised even me. “I am the “baddest” and the best at this. I’ll find a way,” I said. It was a resolute, firm resolve, not a boastful one. But that statement was all the fuel and fire I needed to work my magic. I delivered before the deadline.