What’s Best?

God will make a weigh,
and sometimes,
as a result of the result,
He may not make a way.

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The Wounded Healer

Her words are deep, and perhaps, far too deep, because they do not come from her heart. She writes and speaks with passion only because her words come from the pitch of her stomach. As these words travel up her torso, they avoid her heart like a plague.

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“Yemoja” [Artist Unknown]

Her heart is severely wounded, so she strives to protect her words from blood stains. She chooses not to release the words that live in her heart because they are filled with pain.

She is hurt
and she is weak
and she is dying slowly,
but it’s not for her listeners who need healing to see…

I AM beINg PAtIeNt

I hope you’ll see sooner,
that I am your other,
that we ought to be together,
that we can make each other stronger.
I can be your healer,
and you can be my lover,
and vice-versa.
I’ve loved you since I was much younger,
and I’ll love you forever.

The Representation of the Working Class in the Media

Peasant with a Wheelbarrow by Jean Francois Millet

“Peasant with a Wheelbarrow” by Jean Francois Millet

Nollywood movies, to begin with, are now increasingly becoming movies for the rich. Look at the “normal”, sophisticated settings that are used for the produced plays- beautiful sofas, expensive paintings, large compounds, one or more workers, expensive clothes, suggestions/mentions of easy access to foreign countries… I don’t need to keep counting. The actors, who often are members of the working class in essence themselves, tend to promote the upper-class as ideal.

The realities of working-class families are barely ever represented, and when they are, they are presented as comedies- situations to be laughed at or mocked- lots of children, dirty wives and numerous exchange of words. Gatemen or security guards, in Yoruba Nollywood movies, to be specific, are represented as extremely retarded. Even when they suffer gross levels of workplace abuses, the audience is tempted to even insult them more, and laugh- “ha ha ha”.

When these realities don’t appear as a comedy, they are presented as pitiful- a character is presented as either suffering so terribly, experiencing an illness or the death of a loved one, or as being very close to death, and suddenly, by the end of the movie, they would “magically” [usually by some sort of unrealistic luck] become members of the upper class.

"Bouquet' by an unknown artist

Being a member of the working/lower class is seen as extremely pathetic; something to be avoided at all cost. No honest, hard-working member of the working class is ever presented as truly happy. They never enjoy the joys of being with family; they never go to parties as normal people or possess dignity in their labour. They are only made to serve the rich in many plays; their own achievements- no matter how “little” or “basic” they might be to the members of the upper class- are never shown/celebrated, until, of course, they become members of the upper class.

Even when the working-class members of the audience can relate to the produced stories, they often find it really hard to relate to the rich settings and everything else that they are presented with.
No one is taking the bus except they are about to be kidnapped; no one is in the market buying foodstuff; no one is wearing simple clothes… It does terrible things to the subconscious in the long run- feelings of worthlessness, to begin with.

The general media is becoming more race-conscious and class-blind (in the aforementioned way), and it’s sick. It’s quite sick. 

 

Sunny Moon. Moony Sun.

She’s like the sun.
You go too close to her, and you burn.
You go too far away from her, and you freeze to death.

She’s like the moon.
You go too close to her, and you’re blind in your fantasy.
You go too far away from her, and you can’t see.
You can’t see a thing; you can’t dream.

You stay right where you should be,
and she glows for you.
She’s half-sun and half-moon.
Queen.
Half-sun and half-moon.
Me.

Greed-White-Greed

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Green-White-Green.
The ‘green’ dey plenty
but the ‘white’ no reach,
upon say we dey preach.

Daddy is the first “green”,
mummy is the second,
and the “white” is their son- Junior;
all his decisions are made for him.

His birth name is Purity,
but they barely call him that,
and his opinions almost never matter.
“Junior, sit down there.”
“Junior, excuse us;
go out to play with your friends.”
“Junior, the adults are talking;
you ought to walk away.”
“Junior, cover your ears.”

We say “the young shall grow”, abi?
It’s one of our favourite quotes.
Our hope is that one day,
Junior will grow to be a strong man.
A pure-in-heart woman will marry him.
They’ll give birth to a gorgeous daughter;
she’ll be very “green”,
and she’ll grow to be big and strong.
Our new flag will be “white-green-white”.

Green wouldn’t need to cover her ears;
there would be no need to.
We would have a new country;
our leaders would do what they should do.

“White-Green-White.
Na only ‘white’ we dey see,
but the ‘green’ no reach,
sake of say we no rich.”

You can agree that
the above won’t happen,
and you can disagree,
but wetin be the point of the wealth,
if na only few people rich.
Wetin be the point of the wealth
if they no dey share the money-
if they no let the money reach?


If we do am make the money reach everybody, nobody go rich, but you know as e dey go now. Everybody wan rich.

Socialism means- nobody gets rich, and we’re all equal, wealth-wise. This can’t work in reality. Capitalism means- some people get rich, but some people stay poor.

Either way, some people are not going to be rich.

Does nihilism come with socialism? You know you can’t be richer than you are anyway, so what is the point of aspiring to achieve anything if you can’t get the ultimate reward (whether or not it’s gotten at the expense of others)- wealth?

Everything is designed to be fucked up in one way and another.

I am a ‘Witch’. Be One Too! ;)

 

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A person left two comments on one of my recent Instagram posts- paintings of Osun- earlier in the day, asking me to give them 5000 naira for their sick father. Of course, I went to their page to see who they were and that. This guy followed my page and ‘unfollowed’ at some point, but I checked the page when he followed and I became familiar with it.

Anyway, when I got to the page today, I saw a picture of a man lying down with urinary issues but something kept telling me that it was fake- fake, as in, that was not his father. I might be psychic, but I’ve never really trusted my intuition alone as much as I should, so I rely on my cards mainly. I was going to ask him to send his account no. but something kept holding me back, so I asked my guides for clarity. I didn’t use the tarot; I used my cartomancy playing cards.

Lo and behold! It turned out to be a “no”. Two Blacks, one Red says “no” right off the bat. The 5 of Diamonds tells me that he thought about it- he came up with the idea to use a sorrowful situation- 5 of Spades- to swindle people; it’s a lie- 10 of Spades.

Well, I told him that he was lying, if you are already wondering, and at that moment, his eyes were opened. Asides the fact that I immediately made him ‘happy’ since he was ‘in tears’ earlier, he was able to detect the very secret that I’ve been hiding for so long- that I’m a young [not old] witch. Also, I’m a deity-lover. “Mo layo lati so fun yin”- it is with joy that I’m notifying you that I’m also the devil’s personal assistant.

I am thankful to whatever spirit it was that held me back. These are the days of fuckery, my brothers and sisters; roll safe. Listen to your intuition, be weary of gimmicks, and be willing to call people out on their dishonesty. 

Wanna Hear a ‘Spirit’ Joke?

Man to Spirit:
I have nobody to call my own.

Spirit to Man:
Well, I have no body to call my own; excuse me.


When your melancholy is so pathetic you’re having a conversation with a spirit, a non-empathetic spirit who has priorities and needs. Life as a spirit isn’t all that rosy either, apparently… 

#WeSpiritsCantDealWithYourSadLifeToday
#AsAMatterofFactWeAreTiredOfYou
#WeAreBeginningToHateYouSoMuch
#GoOutBuyIceCreamAndWatchNetflixB
#YouNeedSomeSunlight 
#HermitLife