I am not Nigerian

I am not Nigerian,a dot on Europe's drawn map. My heart is. It is, because It represents the learned confusion of the Old, the corrupt survival of Mid-age and the frustrated promise of the young. That is who I am. That is whom my friends are. That is whom my siblings are.
Mish-mashed symbols of what the truth is. 'Truth is truth', I once was told. Sango is evil and the blonde man's God is good, is the truth the Brits told. I know now, 'Power is truth'; 'Money is respect'. Seek ye first the naira in bundles and every other thing shall be added unto thee. Yes, lips to kiss your butt; tongues to sing your praise; bowing heads and award plaques.
I am Nigerian,not as a member of a geographical entity but because my heart is. Because my heart has been taught pessimism and hope on the same side of the coin. My heart is so Nigerian that even when nothing works, I still support the Super Eagles. That's som'n, innit?

A Correlation between our Safety and Gay Marriage

I am,right now,too broke to buy internet access.I had to steal a lil cash from my aunt to do this.I hope you understand.
Are you aware that I wrote an article of sorts,last month on ds blog,about the Nigerian government. I am writing now about the fact that the executive and legislative arms of government despite being very prostitutious consumers of a prodigious amount of our precious semen,sorry,funds are really not,um...let me be candid...are not efficient, on average.
Think about this. There's been no clamour by any gay rights group for their right to a civil union.I know nothing about any gay rights group in Nigeria.If you do let me know.Parents on the streets are scared for their children.No one wants their schooling offsprings blown to smithereens.
And yet,all our dear Senators av to offer us,in this dire times,from their posh,plush seats in Abuja is d fact that they wd not endorse gay marriage.