The Olodo People

These women have been getting the short end of the metaphorical stick for way too long, and for what? Because they have different organs? Because of some misinterpretated words of sacred scripture? Because they look different? They deserve better; society, religion and culture have done them dirty and it's up to us; Kings of the new generation, to right this terrible wrong. This might involve some small amount of unfair favouritism but it's long overdue and doesn't even begin to make up for millennia of discrimination, at this point we're past giving them their fair share. History is littered with the oppression and violation of the women folk, they've given so much and gotten next to nothing in return. We gats end this cycle of acrimony, this moronic paranoia of them taking over the world and this it's us against them mentality, cause it's a double edged sword that shows the recognition of our supremacy over them and validates the entire feminist stru...

We created our entire society to subdue women and stroke our fragile egos For if we are as strong as we claim to be we wouldn't need to put them down just to feel good about ourselves We might be stronger physically but they have their strengths; ever wondered why few women experience orgasms, it's cause the average woman has far more sexual stamina than the average man, the average guy ejaculates in 15/20mins (and this is me being generous to my gender) without chemical, herbal or any form of assistance, on the other hand you'd be hard put to find a girl that cums in under 15mins If she shows the slightest sign of dissatisfaction she'll be met with a barrage of derogatory names and slurs to shame her natural sexual desire So she says nothing and feigns contentment to soothe our fragile egos and protect her image, many of them even go as far as faking moans and orgasms. Don't even get me started on emotions, the fact that they outlive us isn't a sign of the...

So how did we fall so far grace? We've become terror to those who are supposed to find refuge in us A woman is supposed to be in danger, see a man and then say with joy and relief "thank Heavens there's a man here" But more often that not we're that danger...we're the horror that lurks in the dark The evil that haunts their dreams The stuff of nightmares. We've lost our way so bad that some of us don't even know these things; a guy told me the other day that women were made from us, hence they were made to satisfy our desires, to serve us and be under us, tools made for our pleasure and comfort It's one of the saddest things I've heard, that a person can look at another and not see a soul or a being but only a object to satisfy his desire. We are so lost that the there is no way back for most of us, not because we can't, but because we're so set in our ways that the thought of a woman being anything other than a lesser being up...

 History has failed women Religion has failed women But most importantly men have failed women Evolution tells us that we were originally their protectors and providers, their source of comfort and security, their safety and strength But look at us now We have fathers who contribute nothing but feel entitled to everything because they're the "man of the house" There are those of them that take it up a notch by beating and raping their wives and then justify their heinous crimes by claiming propriety on another human being in the name of marriage and bride price Then there's the elite group that rape and molest their own children, I'm pretty sure they've thought hard and long for a way to justify this one and came up short, so they just use good old societal stigma to keep them quiet and sweep it under the rug And these are just the fathers I don't know about the rest of the world but in Nigeria one in every five girls has either been raped or e...

Most days I feel like I'm everything and nothing, like I'm everywhere but nowhere, like I can have everything but have nothing. I feel a thousand lives with a thousand different possibilities; some sort of metaphysical complexity with unending conundrums and mysticism I'm every single person to ever exist; every farmer, chief, normad, priest, sharman, teacher, warrior, king, peasant, criminal and artist....I think my alternate realities are sexist cause I'm always a man, that much is simple, I always have a dick; albeit different forms, sizes and shapes. Parrallel to this dilemma is my existential oblivion I am nothing, neither psychologist nor engineer, entrepreneur or writer, a little bit of everything and but not enough to be anything, like the proverbial saying "Jack of all trades....". So in perpetual emptiness I stand  A void of a being The overwhelming nothingness of my existence Having nothing and being nothing Existing in this perpetual s...

Sometimes I don't feel Nigerian or even African I feel European; a well mannered Brit or a sophisticated Italian, a sexy Spaniard, or better yet a strong and tall Scandinavian Other times I'm a hermit living in some remote island off the coast of Crete, or a clergy in Rome I fancy myself a scholar most times; studying and researching relentlessly to improve human knowledge and quality of life A nomad in the middle east sounds exotic and mysterious But best of all a devout Muslim living in the Arabs I can see myself fresh off a Hajj, looking all pious and enlightened, O! Yes a Muslim, the kind with deep spirituality and wisdom rooted in the spirit of Islam and the Koran, always smiling and forever the pacifist On most days I'm nowhere, I'm neither here nor there Since I don't truly belong in any reality, I don't really think I actually exist I feel like some sort of high functioning mechanized mirage, existing in a form lower than all other creation, ...

You ever just feel like you exist in a different reality, one that's superimposed on this one; in this realm but not really in it, were nothing but mind and consciousness exists, a realm of thought and spirit. It's almost like I exist on this physical plane but I'm not really here and it gets so lonely because no one understands you like you'd want them to and you don't even know how to explain it even if you wanted to, so you just lose your self in the abyss of your oblivion. Some nights I lie in my bed and I'm so certain that there's another consciousness in this alternate reality of mine; maybe more than one Some days they're so far that I can barely register their subtle and almost unrecognizable presence On other days they're so close that I can almost touch their consciousness, but the harder I try the more they seem to be just out of my reach I call out with all the spirit I can muster but the silence is deafening and it feels like it ne...

The worst part about suffering isn't really yours, it's that of your loved ones...of family Watching them suffer in mind and body and all you can do is stand there and watch; feeling as useless and as stupid as you've always been, unable to help in any way It eats away at your spirit slowly and steadily, until there's nothing left of you but void and emptiness, a shadow of the person the world thought you could be, nothing near where you hoped you might be and light years away from what your family and loved ones saw in you You become nothing, less than nothing; infinitesimal in the pyramid of relevance That's what misery does to the spirit, strips it of all light and colour and leaves it looking dark and hellish All you can do is hope and pray that the worst doesn't happen Sticking to routine and doing your part so you don't become a burden and you feel like less of a total waste of oxygen and life itself You just exist, not for any particular sp...

You think you understand suffering; of all kinds and types, that you can relate to every form of pain and your empathy is as vast as the ocean But the thing is until you've been through the same dark hole you'll never truly understand You haven't even begun to scratch the surface of what it means to be in that type of hell It's so messed up cause you don't even know how you'll react until it happens You think you'd brave but few minutes in you're weeping uncontrollably Or you expect a cry baby but somehow you manage to soldier on and not shed a tear, you keep moving, emotionless Sometimes you just freeze up; unable to act or make sense of the situation, cause in truth the worst kind of suffering is the one that's completely unexpected It's in these moments that we see ourselves for who we truly are, these highly unanticipated moments that hit us hard and sweep the rug from under our feet When you feel like things are as bad as they ca...