Some quietude,
Akin to that after a premature ejaculation.
Facebook was full of cum yesterday
Out of a shallow hysteria all too common with Nigerians these days.
I did tell you about the uncontainable excitement at the place we sat to watch Nigeria Vs Croatia;
One kick from Mikel, the crowd went gaga;
One shimmer from Moses, the roof went off.
We weren't fifteen minutes in.
Though the rains stopped the signal, it didn’t stop the fanatics who, by faith, were expecting Mikel to triumph over Modric.
When faint signals flickered close to half-time, we felt the icy rain at last and froze.
By the second half, any faint hopes of a turnaround were extinguished by Modric.
Nevertheless, in the next outing, we resurged, and that made us hurl Musa into the political fray as a reliable replacement for Buhari.
What did we not say thereafter! We were going to make mincemeat of Messi and his faltering army and go on to do big things in Russia. The day came... Sampaoli whose job had been up in the air all along used his victory over us to hang on.
But I digress.
That is us, anyway.
The proliferation of performance enhancing drugs has shown that we peak too soon. Female Genital Mutilation remains, because if all Nigerian women are fire, the menfolk aren’t water enough. Sad. We see all those skits on Social Media. And it is the men who won't let women rest that disappoint them the most.
So, again, in a movie that has scarcely begun, we’ve distributed credits already. Some already opined: ‘Saraki outwitted his own father; is it now a certificateless man that will stand in his way?!’
I tend to ask: which way exactly?
The Assembly goes on recess till September, a fitting interlude for behind-the-scene shenanigans. Perhaps we should hold our horses. Could be money, could be blackmail, could be talking-to, could even be outright silencing that does it... but this statusquo may change when the curtains go up again in September. Hold your horses!
Football should have taught us nah, say no be who first score goal dey always win match. Camm daaaaann!!!
In any case, watch a football match long enough, you’ll pick a side. Doesn’t matter if the side you pick is coming for your ass too!
