Don't Try My Powers!

Don't Try My Powers!

A few days ago, one person I met at the gym said I came to the gym in different modes on different days. Some days, I look like a million bucks, wearing matching outfits and all in beast mode, working out like I am in sport. And some other day, I came as though I had just strayed into the gym from the homeless shelter (no offense to my unhoused friends). Me and my scarf and bottle of water enter within seconds, and I am out.

I told this person that each mode is based on different powers I work with. I have cital, I have Santud-Sanitorias, I have Ribadu, I have ramade, and I have sepree, I have Abitoshaker, I have Ganduga-Gandusa, and I have Indaboski. I explain further to my confused Jamaican buddy that I look good when I come in my abidoshaker, but in my indskaoski, that is what she gets. She seems as confused as Nigerians are about those meaningless mumbering from the liquid lion. She asked what all that meant. I thought to myself, do I have to give a lecture now?

Being a Nigerian is not just a life. It is an education. In fact, Nigerian popular culture, its politics, and polemics of attention should be given a special status in African popular culture.

I am currently not accepting abstracts for my panel at the 2024 LSA conference, but I invite you to be my guest either in person or online.

Also, my Nigerian people, I extend my empathy about the current suffering. But remember, during the last election, I was not guilty by silence; I was posting back to back until someone told me they thought I was working for a newspaper because I was constantly typing away from when I boarded a bus to work until I got off.

Nonetheless, we shall overcome.

Posted on Facebook on February 20, 2024

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