Friday, 8 July 2016

#‎AltonSterling‬

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We die.

Not when we lose our lives,

But when we choose not to live.

We die, 

Not when our lips are sealed forever,

But when we stand mute and complacent

As our veins are cut open and buzzards swoop in to feast.

We die,

Not when our heartbeats cease, 

But when we choke down on that still small voice

Until it sputters and withers slowly away. 

We die then.

We die everyday.

Wednesday, 8 June 2016

No More


We'll keep speaking until you listen
We'll keep fighting till we stop crying
We'll burn every joule in our bodies shouting
Screaming till we can't he...ar our whispers
We don't care that you pretend not to hear
We don't care that your face is turned away
We see you strutting on your pedestal
Your broad shoulders raised and belly thrust out
You don't see our pain, you don't smell our blood
But you flay us every day, oh thee callous cad
You watch us writhe yet still press down on our throats
From your pedestal you watch us die by your hands
But our hearts still beat, our voice still soars
We promise we will break down those walls.
Stop, oh please stop, I don't want to die
I don't want what you want of me; why is that a crime?
Don't touch me, I am young; don't know what you are doing
Why don't you know better or look for one more willing?
I love you, my love; why do you hurt me so?
Why do you tear and burn me up when I've nowhere to go?
Don't kill me please, I'll do anything
Handjob, Blowjob, Anal, I'll even take it from your dog
I have no food, no job, no home, can you help me?
I know it isn't right what you say, but what choice do you give?
I want to be a star, like Beyoncé bright as beam
Yet you force a tough choice on my hands: my pride or my dreams
I don't know you boy, yes we flirted at the bar
Harmless, yet I feel drowsy; now you invade my parts??
Stop it. Please, stop it. We can't take it anymore
You drag and tear and break and push our backs to the wall
Silent we used to be, suffering inside
But no more can we take these hurts without fighting back
We'll scream, oh yes we'll break down those walls
No matter how long it takes, we'll shout till we're sore
Your pedestal'll come crashing down and then where will you be?
Among the ones you broke and scorned. Oh what victory!
This is what I know, the dream that fuels my strength
As I bleed on the floor, nude, and our children stare and learn...


-A. M. A. Chiegboka
For the women who cannot speak.
‪#‎Africa4Her‬

Friday, 25 March 2016

To my Musician Friends who have Decided that Nigerians don't need Brains

My dear,

See the thing about most Nigerian music? They are like a virus. They sneak into your subconscious and infect you with grooving vibes while chomping away slowly on your brain. That’s just my opinion.

In case you are not a Nigerian musician and you think that this isn’t for you, you are wrong. You’ll soon find out why.

I have tried. I promise you I have tried to be kind. After all, we can admit honestly that the Nigerian music industry has seen great progress in the past few years. Many of our music videos have managed to accomplish what most of Nollywood still struggles with. Great picture quality and angles, wonderful graphic imagery, clear sound, etc. So yes, indeed, we have come some way.

Bet why? Why, dear Nigerian musicians have you chosen to punish your people like this? Have we offended you in any way? Did we kill your mother or make your father withhold pocket money from you in school? Did we straf your girlfriend/steal your boyfriend and parade their underwear all over the neighbourhood? Did we wet your bed then set you up by laying new bed sheet and sweeping the room? Ogini kanyi mere gi bikonu, that you have chosen to punish us like this? Why?

Terry G, oh thee Founder of the Weed, Groovy Beats and Terrible Lyrics Church, we remember you and how you tested the microphone. I really wish you hadn’t. Because you didn’t tell them the truth. You didn’t tell these people that you were just the sound technician ‘Testing microphone 1, 2’. The real speakers were coming, people who had something to say, people who knew that their audience was made up of intelligent people who came to listen to them speak because iron sharpens iron, people who were trying to grow by edifying those around them. Now that all these randoms know the microphone is working, they have decided that it is open mic/karaoke season, and they can get inspiration from anything, from the peculiar sound of a person’s fart to pants hanging outside. What positive value can a bombom bigger than Bombay add to anyone’s life, bikonu? Guys, try not to think what I know you are already thinking...

A friend of mine introduced me to Hip Tv’s Lyrics 2 Go. I recommend that show to every Nigerian. I personally get amazed and awed by the creativity of these people. It takes talent to be able to create such beautiful nonsense. Like baby poop for instance. There are times I stare in wonder at it and think, ‘Wow! That piling is so artistic! It should be put into a cone and sold as chocolate!’

I liken Nigerian music these days to Resident Evil, World War Z, Night of the Living Dead, etc. A viral outbreak that infects Nigerians and zombifies everyone, and no one seems to be looking for a cure. We are so busy enjoying the badass beats in the song that we ignore the emptiness and stupidity of the lyrics, forgetting that all the knowledge we hold is gained through our senses, that the quality of what comes out of a man is as a result of what has gone in, and that when we saturate our senses with things that are mediocre and lack value, that is usually what we become – mediocre and valueless. So by the time we realize that our IQs are no longer as sharp as they used to be, or that we can’t seem to find solutions to problems around us, waiting instead for ‘the government’ to solve all of our problems, we have already become as empty as the songs we listen to. Yet we never realize that they are at least partially responsible, so we keep on grooving, baby kpalanga!

I blame the Nigerian artistes who have chosen to insult our intelligence by feeding us with bullshit. But the lion share of the blame rests on our shoulders. If bullshit couldn’t make money in Nigeria, no one would try to feed us with it. Look how no one knew Inyanya when he was talking; he started to kukere, then everyone wanted a piece of him. Even till date, it is usually Tu Face’s party jams like Implication and Ihe ne me that sell like hot peppersoup and Oompa during Premier League games. We patronize bullshit; we are so addicted that we raise our children on it and feed them with it. So I can’t entirely blame the opportunists who take advantage in our government, business organizations and of course, music.

Many do not understand the power music holds. They do not get why T.Y. Bello’s We are the Future or Fela’s Suffering and Smiling or Sinach’s I know who I am or Omawumi’s If you ask me are songs that never get old and always speak to everyone – young , old, poor, rich, Christian or Muslim. Music assaults the brain directly through the ears, so whatever is absorbed therein, goes into our subconscious and adds up to make our character whatever it is. This is why you sometimes find yourself singing along to songs you thought you didn’t know, and why even songs you hate become part of your existence (that your rascal neighbour that always has it on repeat…) This is why music therapy is used to treat many conditions that involve the brain. You can google it if you don’t believe me. It is even used by many pregnant women to help develop the brain of their children in the womb, because the olfactory nerves are very sensitive at that stage, and since the child is still in formation, the music and whatever it says or how it feels becomes his/her foundation.

Nigeria is made up of a lot of highly intelligent people that think average. There are a lot of factors that contribute to this, but the fact that we love terrible music so much definitely does not help. I’m not saying that all Nigerian music is bad (as a matter of fact, I believe that talent abounds in the industry. Look at Olamide and his metaphors for example; still blows my mind). What I am saying is that we should stop patronizing the ones that are. Let’s challenge these talents to think and to develop into skills. If dem no get market, dem go start to dey use dem brain. And if they use their brains, then it will be so much easier to weed out the chaff from among them. Say something I'm giving up on yooouuuu...

Abeg. I no know how I go take beg una again. All you wonderful mizikshans, plix, stop choking our brains with poopoo. All you patronisers, plix, stop listening to poopoo. All you Alaba market promoters, plix, stop selling poopoo to us and calling it mizik.

And all you neighbours with those fake Chinese speakers that make us look like we are shouting at our friends for pouring away our hard-earned pot of obstacle-filled Egusi soup even though we are just saying, ‘How are you dear?’, I lay a curse upon thy weapons of mass destruction. May rats consume the wiring inside and out, may the artwork they leave behind bamboozle all repairers, and may all new ones disappear mysteriously from the dealers’ shops when you want to buy. AMEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!!!

Yours in friendship always,


Omachies.

Tuesday, 8 March 2016

To my Lesbian-loving and Homosexual-hating friends...

My dear,

See the thing about liking lesbians and hating homosexuals? Lesbians are homosexuals so quit being so contrary and make up your bloody mind. That’s just my opinion.

Guys are the most highly susceptible to this hypocrisy, so I’ll start with you. Let’s imagine the typical lesbian porn scenario – since very few actually get to witness lesbian action live. We’ll even tag it ‘Two Hot Blondes get it on in a Hot Tub’. Here’s the story: two blondes with really big firm boobs and flat butts (because for some truly weird reason, white people seem to think that kind of build is sexy) ‘accidentally’ run into each other in a hot tub, exchange the terrible dialogue that only porn, some Nollywood movies and old soap operas manage to have finessed into an art, and start... well...  doing. No, this isn’t a porn site so kill the anticipation. But the idea of such a scenario is quite titillating, right?

So let’s try it the other way. ‘Two Built Guys getting it on the Shower’. I can almost hear all the ‘Olorun maje!’s, ‘Chineke ekwena ihe’ojoo!’s and ‘A’udhu billahi!’s. Typical.

I thus took the liberty of asking a number of guys, friends and strangers alike, why they hate homosexuals so much. The almost unanimous consensus was that it was unnatural.

“Ever seen a gay pig or a homosexual goat?”

“It is an abomination! The Bible says so!”

“How can I see another guy that has exactly what I have and want to touch… God forbid!”

“I just don’t understand why a guy would like to pop another guy or allow another guy to pop him. It’s just… it’s just… wrong.”

“All homos deserve to be castrated and burnt alive!”

Et cetera.

So what did these guys think of lesbians then? Most of the reactions can be categorized into two, though they all still boil down to one: lesbians don’t deserve to be castrated of their lady-balls.

“They are hot now.” This is always delivered by most guys with a smug smile.

“Well, lesbians are more understandable. Most girls already have the tendency anyway because they are always together and there are many things to touch.”

Really guys? As opposed to guys not being always together and not having many things to touch? *shakingmyhead*.

On the flip side, I have also discovered that girls are more tolerant of gay guys and less so of lesbians. Girls are more inclined to allow five gay guys to shave their pubic areas in the middle of the night than be left in a large open-spaced hall alone with a lesbian in broad daylight. (Of course I'm exaggerating but you get the point)

I’d like to call it ironic, but it really isn’t. Straight guys are afraid of guys who might be interested in them sexually but since they understand being attracted to girls, they can forgive lesbians. The same goes for girls. This prejudice is extended even to our laws vis-Ă -vis the Nigerian Criminal Code Act which prosecutes sodomy and indecency by a male with another male but makes no such provisions against lesbians. The question then, is why? Is it the fear of getting sexually assaulted? Or is it, as is most common,  the fear of accepting something you don’t understand? I believe it is a generous dose of both.

For example, I have a crush on Charlize Theron. But the image currently running through my head is me, pulling out an Uzi submachine gun with a mad gleam in my eyes and shooting her head off with Mike Banning efficacy the minute I recognize lust in her eyes and fingers. On the other hand, I can imagine cornering Jussie Smolett and having my wicked way with him.

No one said the mind has to be a safe place for celebrities. *wink*

Just like me, most people I have asked also have exactly the same answers: fear of assault and of the 'un-understood'. But is either reason enough to justify the lynching of an entire species of people? The fact remains this: homosexuals are homosexuals, whether male or female, and as such, if you are going to accept one type, you should accept them all or at the very least, tolerate them.

Yes, I refuse to encourage judgment and condemnation of the LGBT community. Many people get aghast by this position of mine; after all, both the Bible and the Qur'an do condemn homosexuality. No, I'm not saying that sin should be accepted or ignored; I'm saying remove the speck in your eye first. 
So all thee who are more Christian than St. Peter and more Muslim than Prophet Mohammed,  my position, it will surprise you, actually comes from these same Holy books and some words of Pope Francis: “Judge not so that ye shall not be judged" "Allah is the only judge" and “Cast not the first stone”. The Holy Books which condemn sex with another of the same sex also condemn (more times than I have the patience to count) adultery, fornication, gluttony, lies, theft, betrayal, disobedience, sins of the mind and by the tongue, indecency, selfishness, greed, etc. which most of us are guilty of without check and in quantum. Why then should we be so quick to point fingers?

Also, from the Pontificate came these immortal words which every Christian should embrace yet so many people, Christian and non-alike condemned without thinking: “Who am I to turn a gay man away from the Lord?” Who indeed is the Pope to turn any sinner, be he liar, gossip, prostitute or gay, away from God? If sinners cannot come to the church for refuge, where then can they turn? Who are we to decide that gay men should be castrated and burned at the stake? If God has created us all and given us the free will to choose our own paths, then please (with Igbo accent) mind yua bizuneesu! Of course things change if a gay man tries to assault you.Then,biko, cry to the highest heavens for hail to fall upon him like the Palm of Buddha in Kung fu Hustle. 

If however none has, yet you still choose to flay them with your Very Sanctimonious and Truly Righteous indignation (cue in the Alleluia Chorus), then I must warn you honey, that while you were shouting and stomping on that stage, preaching fire and brimstone upon gays and lesbians, it wasn’t your ‘I have a dream’ worthy speech that enraptured your audience; it was the fact that your fly was open and you forgot to wear underwear that held them entranced.

Yours in friendship always,

Omachies.

Monday, 15 February 2016

To my Overweight and Pretend-overweight friends...

My dear,

See the thing about being overweight? If it doesn’t make you happy, lose it; if it does, keep it. That's just my opinion.

I’m writing this letter to two sets of puzzling friends:
1.     People who are overweight; and
2.     People who pretend to be overweight so that they can get compliments on ‘how great they actually look!’

I’d rather not say anything to those who are overweight but still fish for compliments. I’m sure you can already guess what my opinion is.

To my first set of friends…

Let me let you in on a secret. If you love your body the way it is, I can tell you confidently that though they wouldn’t stop, the number of snide comments passed within your hearing will greatly reduce, replaced instead with envious and gushing comments from those who aspire to be like you because you own yourself completely and are not ashamed of who you have become.

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Look at some of the overweight celebrities we adore and aspire to attain at least a modicum of their confidence: Mo’Nique Hicks (PHAT Girlz), Adele, (needs no introduction), Rebel Wilson (Pitch Perfect), Meghan Trainor (All About that Bass), Rick Ross (Hustlin’), Jack Black (King Kong 2009), Gabourey Sidibe (Empire), etc. These are persons who are overweight yet so proud of who they are, they have become a franchise. Of course some of them have walked the weight-loss journey but we’ll circle back to that.

While I admire the desire of most overweight people to make themselves look more beautiful, I have to wonder, what is their definition of beauty?

The world has forced us to accept physical beauty as slim, curvy in the right places, 
smooth skin, long full hair, and exotic painting on great cheekbones for the ladies, well-proportioned muscles, above average height, great hair, teeth and cheekbones for the guys. But who is ‘the world’? Considering that ‘the world’ is an abstract term which actually represents us as a people, why then don’t we understand that we hold all the power we need to change world-standard opinions?

adele 2
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Here’s an excerpt from an article by Grace Cao, quoting Adele:

“Adele said: “I love food and hate exercise. I don’t have time to work out… I don’t want to be on the cover of Playboy or Vogue. I want to be on Rolling Stone or Q. I am not a trend setter… I’m a singer… I’d rather weigh a ton and make an amazing album than look like Nicole Richie and do a shit album. My aim in life is never to be skinny.”

She has also been quoted saying that she’d only lose weight if it affects her health and her sex life, but not before then. That’s a big girl who enjoys her body.

Excess fat isn’t good for health reasons; this we all know. I respect persons who choose to lose weight in order to better themselves health-wise or even discipline-wise, and this is my reason: they can be happy once they have lost that weight because they had all the right reasons for embarking on the weight-loss journey in the first place. But losing weight just so that you can look great in the eyes of others can be a Trojan horse – a source of happiness and confidence initially, then of depression and constant insecurity along the line.

In this article by Whitney Greer, Mo’Nique’s reasons for choosing weight loss are, in my opinion, all the right reasons:
Comedienne and actress Mo’Nique’s Oscar-winning performance in 2009’s “Precious” put her on the map in Hollywood, after she spent her career embracing her big girl status, often saying bigger is better. But it’s what her husband said to her that Mo’Nique revealed on Arsenio that helped change her mind to begin losing weight.
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 “For a long time I was a child in my way of thinking. I thought that I could eat what I wanted, do what I wanted, and was reckless in the sense of abusing my body. That’s when I was younger. I think that the journey I have to take now is that I have babies. I have a son who is 23, but I also have a son who is nine. And we have twins who are seven... I want to be able to play with their children. I don’t want to be a burden on my family due to self-neglect… I was fortunate to watch my grandmother play with my children. I want to be in the same position.”
Two other reasons for her change of heart for her health is being diagnosed with high blood pressure and topping out at 262 pounds.
“My husband said ‘That’s too much baby. I want you for a lifetime. I love you so much that I can’t lie to you,” Mo’Nique remembered. “I had never felt that type of love before.”
So my advice to all my overweight sisters and brothers is this: examine your reasons for gaining weight and weigh them against your reasons for wanting to lose weight. These reasons hold the key to lasting happiness with your body. For example, if depression, lack of discipline or – God forbid – heartbreak caused you to become who you are and you are trying to gain control of your life once more, then losing weight is the path for you. However, if your reasons lean more towards others’ opinion of you than your own opinion of self, then bae, please look to Rebel Wilson and listen to All About that Bass until you can sing it in opera from your sleep.

Bottom line is this: you have got to learn to love yourself and understand that having a positive view of yourself (a truthful positive view please, not those positive-speaking lies that have effect only in your head but never manifest in your body, mind or attitude) is more important than other people’s negative view of you. So when they say ‘nay’, if you are sure that ‘yay’ is the right thing for you, then ‘Yay!!’ away, my dear! But in the meantime before you make your decision, quit whining about it; it is tiring listening to you being so defensive all the time.

And to my second set of friends…

Whenever that spirit swoops down upon you and consumes you with the urge to say something derogatory about yourself so that others would rush in to tell you how wonderful you are, do yourself some good.

Shut up.

Yours in friendship always,

Omachies.







Thursday, 4 February 2016

Still Waters...

The liars that cause the most damage to lives are honest people. They believe their own lies.

Let me tell you an uninteresting story.

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I filled a journal from 2012 to 2014 with entries that I never bothered to read. In this journal, I constantly wrote down my challenges, my experiences with personal demons that I always somehow managed to conquer with my overwhelming positivity at the end of each entry. In 2014, I gave this journal into a friend's keeping and didn't see same till October, 2015.

2015 had been particularly challenging for me, and was thus tagged by me as my journey to self. "These challenges are what makes me human", I thought, "I will fall time and again, but the most important thing is that I rise at the end."

This should have been laudable. It turns out it was laughable instead.

I finally did an end-of-year retreat in December, 2015 and read the said journal. Guess what I discovered?

2015 was my year of journey to self. So was 2014. And 2013. And 2012. Every time, I'd tag a year, forgetting that the foregoing year had borne that same tag. To top it off, I was going into the year 2016 with EXACTLY the same challenges that I had been facing since 2012.

I had finally discovered myself and the girl I met was a nightmare.

What scares me most though is that I could have gone on without knowing. I would have continued to lie to myself and would have felt no qualms about it because I would have been unaware of the erosion I was causing to the very self I was trying to find.

God is amazing.

I chose not to make new year resolutions. I knew I wouldn't keep them. Instead, I am taking each day at a time, each week, each month, planning ahead, taking stock after. I am working hard to make sure that the next time I look into that mirror, it would reflect the self that I have chosen, not the self that I let myself become.

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Reflection is not necessary, no. It is oxygen to any person who wants to move forward in life. You cannot be who you want to be if you do not know who you are or whom you have been. It is when you look upon still waters that your reflection can be seen undistorted- beauty, blemishes and all. A noisy mind tells you what you want to hear, leaves you floating in a quagmire, blissfully ignorant of where you truly are and what you are truly going to be. The past is needed to strengthen the present and prepare for the future.

I learned that the hard way. Do learn from my mistakes.

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

The Alchemist Said…

The Alchemist spoke to me
In the Language of the World, he sang
Foreign speak to my untrained ears
Treacherous words to my lazy, scared heart.
Give all up for the One
This is the only lane of dreams
A pathway each child should follow
A cross God’s child must bear.
I listened to the Alchemist
Because he spoke words I knew
Knowledge I had long ignored
In favour of everything easy and cheap.
I have started to listen again
And my heart can no more be silent
Than sheep can build brick pyramids in the meadow.
It will soar; yes, it can fly
If only I let it beat its long – leaden wings.
But I am scared, tempted to be my own Judas
For the path of dreams demands courage
More courage than I want to give
But I will go; yes I will fly
Because the Alchemist told me I can
And once again, in myself, I believe.
Amen.