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Wednesday, 13 March 2019

TOP 5 BEER-PARLOUR TOPICS/DISCUSSIONS IN NIGERIA

**This work was originally written for, and first published on lists.ng**








Why can’t we all just be uniform by sharing common views, ethics and values? I guess that’s what zombies have and we’re (only) humans so long as our physiological makeup works with the invincible freewill of our minds. This non-uniformity is the essence of humanbeingship. At times, these differences can be infuriating, but upon some basic beer-parlour debate, one would see that they are essential parts of our social interactions.

Alcohol makes people speak English. Alcohol is proven to be a tongue-loosener. It emboldens the timid, embiggens the feeble and gives temporary voice to the generally mute. In truth, there is the occasional discussion of substance but that list would bore us all to death. I don’t write those. Here’s a list of the topics you people discuss the most at Nigerian bars:

1. RONALDO/MESSI

When I was in 300 level, doing a course I will probably never use to feed, I went on a field trip to a bush outside a beautiful city in Nigeria. In the sweltering heat, our lecturer picked up a random pebble and asked what kind of a rock it was. After a moment of silent contemplation, the bastard, a 300-level student of geology and mineral sciences said, and I quote: “STONE”
Eh God!

Out of the oldschool propensity to immediately punish stupidity, the lecturer slapped him. That was THE lesson I needed on specificity. So, when I started this article on my phone in the danfo over a sobering bottle of Viju chocolate, I dumped the idea of making “football” the first item on the list for a more particular topic.

The #Russia2018 World Cup, once again, predictably brought to fore, the age long (if something is ten years old, can we call it that?) discussion of who the best player in the world is. See ba? These things are ultimately subjective as there’s no ironclad metric to gauge it. Statistically, the Balon D’Or is evidently skewed towards attackers. Objectively, for their sheer brilliance, ridiculous consistency and contributions to their team’s successes, they are rightfully regarded as two of the greatest of all time.

Fans of both players usually adopt a nuance-free approach when ramming opinions down each others’ throats, and because standards couldn’t possibly be fixed, arguments abound. It starts innocuously enough, before turning bitter and sometimes even violent. For context, Ronaldo and Messi have had five Balon D’Ors each since 2008.

Football fandom gives a pretty accurate peek into the mind of the average person: you’re not debating opinions as much as you’re debating the person. For things as subjective as “best in the world,” people approach such arguments with preconceptions and insecurities. Offence is doled out in vast quantities and very swiftly taken by warring parties. I have listened and I have heard them. Normal banter takes up more serious tones, with blanket statements like “only an idiot will think Messi is better than C. Ronaldo…”

When next you’re drinking Trophy at a beer-parlour, avoid this discussion because it rarely ends well.
**If I say who I think is greater now, many of you will just close this tab. You people are funny.


2. WIZKID/DAVIDO

At the O.B.O concert which held in February of 2018, Davido brought Wizkid out on stage and definitively ended perennial rumours of discord between the two A-listers. The *reconciliation was heartbreaking to many of us as we wondered what we were going to do with the rest of our lives.

The Wizkid-Davido dichotomy is a ripe topic always useful for idle chatter over bottles and shot of liquor. In the Venn diagram of fans of both artistes, many will fall in the intersection. I love the sultry things that Wizkid to songs, but Davido’s “DODO,” purely for its intro is the ringtone for my number one girlfriend.

This one is much less belligerent than that of the Roanldo-Messi discussion, because its much closer to home and we have accepted the fact that people in our age brackets already have more money than many of us will have in four lifetimes.

3. POLITICS

Recently, former Vice President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria and current Presidential candidate of the People’s Democratic Party chose to not participate in a *debate involving other forerunners after he found that the incumbent had chosen to sit it out. On Twitter, where there are so many hot, uneducated, wrong takes, many human men and women were of the opinion that he did not respect the polity/electorates enough. I sighed out of my disdain for idealism.

Politics is a long game that makes a mockery of our simplistic and puritanical opinions. For something that touches the sensibilities of people, it’s often difficult to marry logic with sentiment. At Nigerian beer parlours, you oft hear sentiments ranging from the mundane to the amusing to the bemusing to the downright stupid.
“Of course he will not construct that road because he uses a jet”

The Friday that followed the 2015 elections, the Imam in my neighbourhod mosque in Ilorin said “e je ka dupe pe Musulumi egbe wa lo wole,” (Let’s thank God that it’s a Muslim like us that won).
I think the earlier we realize that a typical politician would rather enact war and shrug at loss of lives and property than risk losing (re)election, the earlier we recognize things as they are. Politics is mostly madness and many more seemingly sane people need to get involved.

For now though, we continue the heated debates which doesn’t boil over because of cold bottles of beer.

4. YourGeneration-MyGeneration

“With the rate at which things are going, what sin is left uncommitted for the next generation? We are living in such a profane world. Was there ever really a time some people were wiped out because of sin or religious transgressions…,” wrote my friend on Twitter.

I told him those people were only wiped out because God wanted to use them as examples to coming generations. And I told him “there’s no sin, as per magnitude, that we’re committing in this day and age, that has not been done. The mode might be different.” I could be very wrong.

Cases for how perceived societal ills have become commonplace and how brazen contemporary youth perpetrate them are made. These points are almost always tied to social media and it’s never not an amusing topic of discourse. The good part is that these points can be easily countered by anyone who is not a complete idiot.

The nostalgic narration of oldsters is tinged with revisionism and the rebuttals tendered by the youngsters are functions of the debater’s intelligence. One might just hope that our options in this country are not confined to choosing the tallest dwarves. We must do better holistically.
All of us.

5. STYLES THAT GIVE MALE CHILDREN

A joke that is not a laughing matter; this is an offshoot of general sexual exertions discussed by bar goers who are mostly men. Mostly.

I could write about sex from many guises. I could write about patriarchy. I could write about misogyny. I could write about sexism. I could write about gender equality. I could write about feminism. I could write about all these, but I would rather not.


What starts out with discussions of flings plunges into animated lectures on peculiar contortions and concoctions that produce babies of a particular sex. Me I just know that all children have equal capabilities of being utterly useless.
God safe us all.
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Captaincue...is a freelance writer taking on gigs for unridiculous money. Call/Text 08132150177 now. Let's get started. 



Friday, 29 September 2017

10 MOST ANNOYING PEOPLE IN NIGERIA

You people need to stop. Seriously!!


No. I’ll overcome the temptation to lazily and predictably lump those pesky politicians in there. That has been/is being repeatedly and more eloquently done by erudite writers. Instead, I will create a list that includes less dramatic but no less serious things that you people do. If you are one of these people, Nigeria will be a better place if you change. In no particular order, here goes:


10. People Who Keep You in Suspense When Narrating a Gist: As a teenage boy, how do you know you’re in love with a girl? Ask a hundred different guys and you’re likely to get a hundred different responses. So I’m a boy who talks to other boys and a compendium of these conversations have given rise to a hypothesis which says: “the amount of info you’re willing to divulge about your intimate moments with your woman is directly proportional to the intensity of your feelings for her.”

Back when childish kissing-n-telling was the classless norm, if she’s a girl you really like, you’ll be stingy with details when your inner circle asks how far, but if she’s a girl that is using you for sex alone, you leave nothing to imagination when describing your conquests. You people would probably be eating suya when it is time for one of you to narrate his latest conquest. “So how did it go”
“Well, after ushering me into the room, she told me to lock the door and…”. At this point, the idiot narrating the story becomes insensitive and reaches for a piece of suya on the table. While waiting for him to resume the story, he proceeds to open his beer, tilt his cup and slowly pour it.
Is this one not unfortunate like this?

Afterwards, he asks “where did I stop,” before taking a swig from the cup. Usually, it is at this point that you almost wish the beer will go through the wrong orifice and that narrator will just choke to death. Almost.
You slow, dawdling, indolent bastard.
(never had a story to tell)


9. People Who Fry Fries but Won’t Let You Eat Until Everything is Ready: When did you last hug your Mama? Or worse still, your father? I mean, for me, it’s a really tough thing to do - - as we just didn’t have that kind of upbringing. No hugs. Just the perfunctory “you this boy, won’t you eat” you-should-know-I-worry-about-you kinda words and gestures, but never hugs. Never hugs. That ain’t traumatic, but I will tell you what is.
You know when your mama is frying meat/fish/egg/akara/potatoes/yam/plantain and you stroll into the kitchen to pick one or six of these hot, freshly fried things and she uses her perforated spoon to hit the back of your hand before telling you to wait until everything is fried and ready? What is their endgame gangan?
Some will even say it is indiscipline to pick these fries as they are leaving the oil. No, it’s not! It’s just that I have a fleeting appetite that needs to be satisfied immediately I crave food. Okay, let us even joylessly say it is indiscipline. Whenever you do these things to your children, some tough questions arise in their heads:
  •  “Am I a bastard?”
  • “Is this woman my mother like this?”
  •  “Did they adopt me in this house?” 
Serious questions

Surely, if the aim is to feed me, I don’t need to be sat at a dining table for that to happen. Thankfully, I cook too and I’m usually generous with fries even if some are still on fire. Now imagine leaving your mother’s house, getting yours, and having a partner that does the same thing!!!
Dear Nigerian cooks, stop traumatizing your children/spouses by disallowing them from spontaneously accessing fries. It is scientifically proven that denying kids access to fries will twist their psyches until they masochistically espouse Stockholm syndrome and relish, nay, crave more pain.

Addicted to pain and heartache, these traumatized kids grow up to support Arsenal.


8. ‘English-is-kuku-Not-My-Language’ people: Look, let me say that before 2009, I never voluntarily uttered a word inEnglish. My English language statements were always in response to questions from teachers. In retrospect, I feel this was borne out of the concern of being laughed at when mistakes happen.

Now that I’m no longer 15, I have since recognized that mistake-making is crucial to learning and improving.
The annoying part of this is that I often hear ridiculous statements trying to justify communicative ineptitude (with English) by saying “shebi Oyinbo people too don’t speak my language”. By no means am I advocating that English should take precedence over your local language, but English is Nigeria’s lingua franca as it is. Stop using the English-is-kuku-not-my-langauge line. Just stop it.

Ankali
Not knowing English is not a sign of patriotism. Strive for self-improvement okay? I hope you find your reason so you can stop calling soft, fizzy drinks minerals.


4. Oldsters Who Sing Praises of the Past:Apparently, arguably sef, for a brief epoch in Nigerian history, the land overflowed with milk and honey, but pining for these times again helps no one. We can’t even employ the working principles of 1950 and expect it to work now. There is no sense to doing these rubbish comparisons apart from valiantly trying to manipulate worry and casting aspersions on the future. It is simplistic. It is destructive and ultimately, it is annoying.

Sing another song
Bill Clinton beautifully wrote that the “the future can be better than the past, and each individual has a personal, moral obligation to make it so.”The rot did not start today and it will not end tomorrow. So, instead of singing praises of the past, why not start scheming to ensure the future will no longer be what it used to be ehn?


5. “I’m Bored” people: Upon leaving camp, I saw a beautifully named village on my posting letter and my heart sank when I saw that my village was at least ten kilometres away from a tarred road. My first thought was “ah, despite all the dancing I did for Platoon 7, I still didn’t get posted to a city.” 

People redeployed and all that, but I met some like-minded people who had the same mind-set with me: “you make shit happen anywhere you are.” I am happy to report that ever since NYSC started in ’73, I must be in the top 50 of people that enjoyed the scheme the most.
On social media, one is wont to seeing status updates or posts declaring “am bored,” or “Abakaliki/Gusau is no fun.” Oh please!! Even if you are in PH/Lagos/New York, fun will not be automatically conveyed to your room by some magic.

We should now goan fry stone?
Get out. Meet people. Do things. Try these immoral (but not illegal) things if you’re into such things. Do fun, halal stuff otherwise. Just don’t sit in the corner of your room and be yelling “am bored.” 
Like the Nike maxim says: Just don’t do it.


6. Spouse Snatchers: I said in the beginning this is a semi-serious post, so spouse here does not denote husband/wife. That said, biologically, you know girls physically develop at a faster rate than boys and a sixteen-year-old girl you’ve been talking to as a fourteen-year-old boy will suddenly have her head turned by a seventeen-year-old boy. SMH. This used to be annoying, but as one grows, equanimity falls on you.
If all you have, like myself, is prospect and your spouse meets someone that can immediately offer him more, why get angry! Yorubas will say “gbaf’oga e.”
Collect for your boss.
Respect person wey pass you.

Well play
I now have inner peace and all that, but for all those who successfully snatch other peoples’ spouses, we have mad respect for you, but boy, do we find y’all annoying.

7. People Who Say Bad Stuff About Other People to Get Sex: Okay. The coolest persons in this life:
  •     Goalkeepers who eat chewing gum 
  •    Women who wear sneakers
  •   Uncles that buy you beer and take you to the club as a 15-year-old 
  •    People who drive with one hand on the steering wheel
  •    Intelligent people
  •    People who speak more than two languages
  •    Andrea Pirlo
Conversely, I could make a list of uncool people, but I’ll just highlight one category of people in this class. They are persons that malign other people just so they can swoop in like a centaur and claim the man/woman after their constant badmouthing has caused a rift.

Barney Stinson is our God
It is against the bro/sis code. It is crass. It is a classless and obtuse thing to do. I hold the opinion that one person’s demerit isn’t necessarily your own merit. Where is the subtlety? Just play your own game without resorting to shamelessly slighting the other party. Be tactful. Be elegant. Praise your opponent even! Reverse psychology is a thing. Understand it and use it.

8. I’m a Man-United Fan, But I think Iwobi is better than Martial:
Let me deal with this idiot

As a scientist, you’ve gotta have a little bone of atheism in you in order to be able to follow (and believe) Darwin’s theory of evolutionism. Geologists will have us believe (with good explanations, mind you) that the entire solar system was formed about six billion years ago when a spinning disc-shaped hot cloud of interstellar gases (and dust) in our part of the galaxy developed a very hot epicenter which resulted in a series of thermonuclear reactions that provided the proto-Sun’s energy through hydrogen fusion. Further turbulence of the solar nebula led to the condensation of these gases, and invariably led to the birth of the planets; as they are.
Apart from being the most cumbersome paragraph I have ever written, it, at least, raises the ‘Evolution vs Creationism’ debate. However, one thing that can never be debated is the enormity of the earth and the sheer volume of its constituents; human beings especially. There are more than seven billion of us on this thing, and while our degrees of relevance vary, we like to think that all lives matter and everyone has a voice.
That said, even the spokesperson of a group could not possibly convey the sentiment of majority of a class of people, let alone, the view of every member of that demographic. So, this number 8 is dedicated to the people who use what they are as a prefix to what they want to say. So while you say “I’m a United fan but…” before declaring Iwobi is better than Martial might make your statement seem unbiased, it does NOT make your opinion correct. Bro, you don’t speak on behalf of Man-United fans and your views don’t represent the consensus of United fans.

Say your stuff without any unnecessary preamble and get your annoying self out of our faces.

9.  RT If You Don’t Watch Game of Thrones:  
Who do you think you are gangan?

When I was in secondary school, Van Helsing came out and not having anyone to borrow me the CD, I didn’t get to see the film until five months after its release. By that time, the expectation and anticipation had built up so much that it was almost unbearable. When I finally watched the movie, the hype just could not match the actual thing because I had put the movie on an incredibly high pedestal. It was not a bad movie at all, but I expected too much.

Ever since 2004, I have had this distrust for the hype attached to movies, and it seems some of you people are like that also. I am not writing this for you to change your mind about watching/not watching Game of Thrones, nah! Although, with my own circle of friends and my girlfriend, when one of us reads a dope book or sees a dope movie, that person must mention it to the others so that all of us in the group will be able to interestingly make references to lines/characters in those movies and books. It is an esoteric something.
Not to proselytize o, but I love creative people and when an author creates a plot that will threaten to twist your mind and that book is adapted to a long-running series, of course I will want to see it.
Like my skepticism about hyped movies, you are right if you choose to refrain from watching a film. That is your prerogative, even though I feel you could be missing out on a very good piece of entertainment, when objectively examined in and of its own. 

BUT, please, for the love of all that is good, do NOT brag about not having watched any episode of #GoT. That you are not following a particular trend doesn’t make you special or wiser than those who are. Don’t watch #GoT, but please don’t come and be thinking it's something to brag about. 
Who is your mate?

10. You Did Not Sweep This Place: Have you ever been on the precipice of contemplating murder? As a kid, I used to, and I will tell you about it. Of all house chores, washing plates is my favourite by some distance; as I find it therapeutic. My least, of course, was sweeping in the presence of an adult. You might sweep a place with a wider surface area than the Pacific and one adult will just cast a cursory glance and see that one speck of dirt and while pointing one useless finger at that spot, will say: “you did not sweep this place.”

Will I make it in life like this?
It is a funny old world and this has probably instilled the hatred of not doing a thorough job in me as I have grown older. Saying you-did-not-sweep-this-place ranks just below you-are-not likely-to-make-it-in-life in the list of things not to say to people. Just find a subtler way of putting it. Like, take off your shoes, walk to that spot, pretend to be chatting on WhatsApp, use your leg to do a fluid movement, clear your throat and we will take a cue and come back to sweep that spot. Whatever you do, do NOT say “you did not sweep this place.”

Jara) #WeThankGod: This last one is jara because it has featured on another list, but it still counts here. Here goes:
#WeThankGod: I recently typed to a dear friend; “a good morning?” and I got a nondescript “good morning”. I launched into a Gandalf-style lecture about good mornings.When some of us say words, we actually,intentionally used those words. When I ask ‘how are you’, it’s a question, not a greeting. I ask,fully expecting an honest appraisal of how you are. Cold? Enervated? Happy? Horny? To some of us, ‘fine’ is only the second worst way you can answer the how inquest.
The worst response of the average Nigerian to any ‘how’ question, is, of course, #WeThankGod.
  • How was your test?
  • How was the interview?
  • How is the gonorrhea treatment going?
  • Shey you are making sales?
  • Shey profit is biting market?

All these questions, and more, will likely prompt a #WeThankGod response from an average Nigerian. Is there a distinct lack of effort in our attitudes towards answering questions? Has the country so frustrated us that we now see the artof making conversations as a waste of time. I sit to hide how much sales/money you’remaking? See ehn. We all thank God, but when I ask you something, tell me something. Don’t thank God. 
Are you mad?



--CAPTAINCUE (...is a freelance writer taking on gigs for unridiculous money. Send me a direct message on Twitter @Captaincue or send me a mail with your writing needs at kaptaincue@gmail.com)


Thursday, 10 August 2017

TWITTER CONCOCTIONS (S01, E02) : Daddy's Money




By my reckoning, Robert Ludlum is the ultimate marmitey American author. Baba would break every rule of punctuation in a twisted, unending statement - - and if you're not down for such prose, you will hate his writings. Me I'm a big fan of his characters and their occasional pithy one-liners. In Bourne Identity, one of those characters told Jason to "rest before you're tired". I did not, and all last week was a swirling cloud of unwellness for me. After convalescence, I have since finished the bastard second episode that was forcibly put on hold. Here we go. (You can read the first HERE)


This week’s topic, which should’ve been last week’s topic, is a timeless, (un)popular opinion brought to fore, once again, by a series of unconnected tweets which boils down to:
“YOU ARE NOT RICH. IT’S YOUR FATHER’S MONEY”
You know its not my style to jump inside a barrel labeled conclusion, so y'all will bear with me as I tell stories. Again.

Okay. When I start a sentence with “I grew up poor,” most people will assume “but we thank God we’re now rich” will follow. Most people are mad. See ba. I grew up poor and these days, I’m still financially broke most of the time. Have I ever wondered ‘why me Lord!’. Only sometimes. Koda I didn’t write that to solicit pity; I'm just saying that I write from the vantage point of a whirlwind hustler who works towards joining the big leagues AND has firsthand, non-Hollywood experience of lack. When you struggle oh-so badly to breakaway from the clutches of unyielding need, and your struggles have SEEMINGLY been in vain, the faint-hearted (through incessant frustration) resign themselves to their harsh fate.

N.B: ‘daddy’ in this piece could hence take the meaning of parents

FACT: Many persons hold the opinion that your daddy’s, and by extention, your parent’s money isn’t yours. Per se.

AFTER THE FACT:
I.  Your daddy’s money, is, in fact, in your daddy’s name and semantically, of course, IS your daddy’s money & not your money. So when someone says #You’reNotRichItsYourFather’sMoney, they are semantically, grammatically, basically, administratively and pedantically correct.

II.  Philosophically, #You’reNotRichItsYourFather’sMoney brigade is backed by the notion that:

  • The money might have been used as collateral and stuff
  • If the daddy dies, the money might have unforeseen beneficiaries
  • The daddy might have many more hidden, biological offspring y’all didn’t know know about which reduces your quota (men are scum)
  • Morally, you'll kinda be seen as a better person if you make your own money.


MY VERDICT: 
I love topics in the grey areas of life; they constitute the bulk of our beer-parlor arguments and give us things to do with our lives. Just like those pesky Nigerian films where conflicting parties wait for a rich parent to die so they can inherit and flex for the rest of time, the real time version is rather less ghastly but no less dramatic. Seeing it through the Nigerian-film prism would be simplistic, I think.

Twitter is not that deep, and some twitterati say that rich kids should BeHumble/sit down as they’re flexing with daddy’s money and not necessarily their own. I think people with this perspective are missing a vital point. If somebody’s daddy’s money affords that person some privileges, opportunities, connections, cars and relative comfort, ALL that comes with the territory. I think the bane of the issue twitterati have with dem #daddymoney gang is that some of them are spoilt, dim and obtuse. But judging a demographic by a select few many is an –ism. Most –isms are bad. And I think these lot owe the world no explanations or apologies whatsoever.

Come on! I hate to say my aunt would be my uncle if she had a penis but if your folks were rich, you'd be a rich kid too. Rich-Kid isn’t an euphemism for stupid. So what if some of them spend half-a-mil every other night at the club. She’s a bastard. Face your front.

There is the morality angle too as seen in J.F Odunjo’s poem “Ise loogun Ise”, he opines repeatedly that work is the antidote to poverty and counsels that even if your folks are rich, you still shouldn’t rely on them. These are admirable sentiments, but being a rich kid affords one to plan rationally WITHOUT distractions. Give the average poor guy a N2million loan to start a business and while planning his business (like a rich kid spending his family’s N2million would), a portion of his productivity will be permanently assigned to thinking about turning a profit early and servicing his loan. Conversely, the rich kid will be able to focus all his thinking on the business without REALLY stressing over profits and loan repayments.

A quick word here too. I know more than most that it is especially hard for a poor person to rise in this world, but that is something you must deal with gaskiya. Romanticizing and glorifying your current position as a poor person is the worst kind of poverty. See ba. You hold no moral or any other advantage over them just because you don’t have a rich daddy. Talking of morals, some twitterati seem to be simmering just below the visible surface because they are of the opinion that most rich people accumulate their wealth by looting public funds or other unscrupulous means.
Well…

In conclusion, the intangible things having a rich daddy affords the kid, apart from the money itself, are invaluable. And this, is why, I submit that #You’reNotRichItsYourFather’sMoney gang are in the wrong here, and they’ve been assigned the L  on this episode.

May our kids be born with silver spoons and all manner of assorted cutlery.
---@Captaincue