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IS SOCIAL MEDIA COMEDY/SKIT THE DEATH OF ACTUAL STAND-UP? ...as we tend toward the ridiculous.

Basketmouth  (Bright Okpocha) 2013 ''there are two things involved'' comedy schtick was both revolutionary and entertaining for its time. It was funny without being out rightly vulgar and informative at the same time. That particular act could have been performed at the Def Comedy Jam and it would have gotten the same reaction from the audience. Well thought out and hilariously thought provoking. But then maybe I was late to catch up with the scene.  Acts like Alibaba (GDFR) commonly credited as the grandfather of modern Nigerian standup comedy, pioneer/revolutionary in his own right.  In comes social media and a influx of would be comedians, talented and non-talented alike.  All it takes now is a smart phone, a few apps like Snapchat and Tiktok for effect and you are good to go.  Throw in maybe a ridiculous dress (say a man dressed as a woman, but not as a drag art) and a wig and you sure are going viral. The whole COVID-19 situation, the ...

Shall I?

"Groomed stallion with strap-in saddle. Sure-footed on a paved path. Rein in hand. Shall I let her wander?"

afìlù - Chapter 1

The talking drum sounds the very familiar beat, as the frantic dancers echo the tune in tandem to corresponding steps. Short and precise, the kongo struck. Each strike, a different tone. The stretch the contrast, each stroke, a different moan.  " àseese tún se. àseese tún se. T'áabá sè yí tán, ká tún sè'mîì si.  àseese tún se. àseese tún se".  '' We shall celebrate again. We shall celebrate again. As soon as we  finish this celebration, we will have another.''.  Serving as both interlude and chorus. 

INEVITABLY SO

There comes a time in one's life, inevitably so, when every resident of one's private society, regardless of status or role, operate in an esoteric dark synchrony of mind. At such times, family, friends and allies, like their opposites, openly and unanimously call for one's ruin, not out of spite or jealousy but simply out of boredom, simply because of the realization that the rule may be more interesting than the exception: that life is suffering and no one is, nor should be, exempt. 

HOW I WANT TO BE WHEN I AM GROWN

"Eyes, once full of hope and lofty dream, Now stare at passer-by,  all rheumy eyed. Gait of the man that once was. Like a sign post, saying: here, 'How I do not want to be when I am grown"...