In this vibrant theater of 'rich filth,' we have perfected the art of highlife-stepping over our own shadows. My identity once anchored in the sanctity of Oru Aka and the honest sweat of my brow has been rebranded as a 'survivalist’s hobby' in a land where nepotism and jester work are the only science that yields a predictable result.
We nod our heads to the rhythmic decay of the headlines, performatively mourning the nation while secretly checking the exchange rate for our dignity. It is a melodic hell where the system ensures the wise are silenced by hunger, leaving the village square to the shouting of idiots who argue over the direction of the wind while the storm carries away the roof.
Truly, the sun that shines on the palace of the corrupt does not ask if the honest man has a place to hide his head; it only waits for his heart to go numb so the music can play on.
🥂🤎. Made new friends, had fun and someone stole my shit and No, I didn't mislay it, if you know me you'd know I never really "mislay anything". it really pissed me off but oh well, I'll just get new stuff.
I remain grateful.
Onye nwere udo, nwere ihe niile
Happy New Year!
2025 really looked at us and said, "But did you die?" 😒 Definitely one for the books. 😅 A year when you could experience euphoria and severe heartbreak in one week.
The year that defeated harmattan!
Well, 2026 is here! Let's see what she's got.
#happynewyear
#2026
