These days,
I cannot eat, or sleep, or just sit down. A voice keeps calling me “Come! Come!!”
It is the
voice of ‘MMM’.
If you live
in Nigeria, or you are Nigerian, or you are married to a Nigerian (home or
abroad), the chances are great that you would be aware that this is presently
the singular most popular three-letter word in Nigeria.
I guess it's supposed
to be a 'funny' meme. (Maybe not??)
Anyway, it got me
wondering whether being in my twenties really had more advantage than being in
my thirties.
The one thing I surely
(and sorely!) miss about the 'twenty-somethings' was being able to eat a
pregnant whale at any time of the day, and watch the calories melt at their
accord, without as much as twenty minutes at the gym. Unlike the thirties,
where I subject myself to only grass and fat-free everything, yet, seem to pack
on the pounds from just drinking water and inhaling air.
Today, I say the inverse: which is that not every good thing is
an entirely good thing. Or, rather, some things done or said wit good intentions,
may not be an entirely “good” thing.
Maverick. Nerd. Storyteller. Advocate.
Also:
1) Reuben's daughter
2) Igbo-Canadian
3) Lover of abacha (the food)
4) Unimpressed with what the Boomers and Generation X have done with the world.
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