#Pausibility: September! The EDD For Our Hybrid by Adebayo Coker


I have been in your face too many times recently. I don’t know where this juice is flowing from. I am just bleeding (literary). All thanks to the Almighty, The Giver of all things.

The first few paragraphs of this piece may put a dent on or even put a stop to my writing career. My hands are shaking as my pulse rate is faster than normal but I will do it all the same. I have sworn the Oath of Truth, Nothing But the Truth Always. The allegiance even says … “without fear or favour.” I did a piece: #Pausibility: Gehazi, Vuvuzela-General And The Lesson For The New Generation.  The same rule applies to all our bouts.

Seriously, I cannot put myself to this but I must do it all the same. It is like someone asking me to evaluate a man that has ‘fashied’ the scene and a man that is just coming in. I may find it difficult as the former is A Man Of The People. My judgment may be tagged biased which I wouldn’t like in order not to bring the repute of the officiating of Bouts into disrepute, no matter how miniscule. The man whose slogan is Ambo, that is, am evolving, cannot be sufficiently put to test because one no dey vex for person wey neva arrive. But my summary of it all will be: The Beautyful Ones Are Not Yet Born.

The Grey Elders.

Both of these elders are lords in their domain: Captain Blood (not of the Pyrates of The Carribean series o) and the other lord of THE F-LIES, (flies is purposely spelt because they are usually cleaner than this other lord). The former lord’s autograph is what I crave. I am his devotee. What am I even saying, I super-adore him, die sef join am. His comment (good or bad) on any of my books will increase my book sale and the second lord can order my arrest. The first one can forgive me being his staunch admirer and student but the other lord is one of the most vindictive; neither forgives nor forgets.

BTW: my books are still lounging on those book shelves in Patabah, Surulere and TerraKulture. Prove to the World that if black man no dey read, naija dey read. Make una encourage writers na. Abeg!

Back to the matter: One would wonder the cause of these age-long vituperations. From Ijegba to Egba, even from under the Rock to the top of the Rock in times past. The simple question is: How can an Orangun Ota pilfer someone else’s palm wine? If he wants a drink let him ask, better still, climb a palm tree; but he should not reap where he never sowed. What is happening as this bout has been on for like when I have not been birthed? I suspect someone must have slept with the daughter of someone. Or someone must have laid the wife of someone between these lords. Let someone spill more than the usual, out of free will, because Rule 4 is suspended in this contest just for my hero’s sakes, not because of your tin god. Go and bring your Attorney and I will point him to Rule 10.

On a more serious note: the reactions that followed the team selection of PMB are important and healthy in this dispensation, especially with the background of our born again democrat. It also points to the fact that my people are now more interested in who governs and how they want to be governed. The level of our participation in governance is increasing. Kudos! But we can always take it a notch higher. Once we understand our power to recall as the governed, then all of us will realize our dream of utopia; a ‘free society’.

Please take note that someone from the villa came out (I want to believe this government keeps no puppet) to tell us that we should look forward to the 9th month as it will birth the hybrid that we all clamor for. The cry to jettison Per Capita sharing for Herd sharing will be answered. The former is when credibility, competence and creativity are given preference, the latter is when race, color, sex are considered in appointment to office. The bigots can now go to rest.

May I ask if the hybrid is going to be intercontinental, interracial or intraracial? Whichever, please make sure you don’t mix black with white. Half-caste (literary) are usually confusing to understand. They would ordinarily hold dual, at times, multiple identities.

Make it clean!

Thank you.

#Pausibility: Gehazi, Vuvuzela-General And The Lesson For The New Generation By Adebayo Coker.


The diverse reactions that were triggered by the recent appointments of the President are funnily incredulous. Very soon we will hear Dauralization or Patriarchization. We voted PMB to deliver to us chenji then we complain when he selected his team. PMB has chosen the people he wants to work with; I hope when playtime comes he will consider some of us. September is a month to look forward to. My fear is that one of his aides has set his over-ambitious eyes on SAN(K)ship already.

Let’s move on to better things jor.

“Uncle, two fighting!”

I am sure not many of us know that our distress call of “two fighting!” whenever two brawlers unleash assault on one another way back in our nursery school days was actually embedded in our Criminal Code, though as a social misdemeanour. We throw tantrums once in a while but never should anyone be encouraged to become a pugilist. Since it is a season of roforofo fight – mudslinging – in the land, we must try as much as possible to moderate or is it modulate?

The Peace Committee has lost all peace since their return from the Villa the other day, hence, some persons must step into their shoes. God works in mysterious ways. We would have lost this ample opportunity of raw entertainment if they had not visited the power seat; perhaps they would have brokered peace between these elders: you know they are all about peace, however achievable.

A Fair Umpire.

Roforofo fight is a brawl, usually, between elder statesmen who have decided to wash their linens (dirty and stinking) in public, so we may not allow them to engage in a free-for-all because if they lose a tooth the state will foot the bill of its reconstruction. It is best we regulate in our interest.

I volunteer to be the umpire in this no holds-barred revelation, therefore the following rules apply:

(1) To qualify you must be an elder states (wo)man: a serving or ex senior public or civil servant, military and paramilitary, etc;

(2) You must know something about someone that you want to spill and be ready to spill without fear or favour: da public gatya back. But private things should be kept private, unless it is beneficial and elevating to the public;

(3) You must know some crass (‘gutter’) language, exotic English is also permitted: just capture the details;

(4) Whatever you don’t spill, but, if found out, shall be used against you in the course of this bout. It shall negate your point(s) to zero, no matter how high. Therefore you are advised to not hold anything back;

(5) The Umpire shall adjudge rightly without fear or favour, to the best of his ability, but if you feel otherwise you have the right to appeal but don’t abuse the Umpire. If you do, your elder seal(s) will be stripped off you, no matter how grand, with no option of appeal or fine;

(6)Your social media Voltron(s) may come to your aid but admonish them, sufficiently, to be as civil as possible, else (5) above shall be extended;

(7) You have a right to an Attorney, if you cannot afford one, the Public will contribute to hire one for you but the Attorney MUST not initiate any legal action by way of petition, court injunction, invitation by any agency(lawful or/and otherwise), against the Umpire. He is just a fiction writer: verisimilitude of arts is expressly a caveat emptor;

(8) You, automatically, sign into this bout if you belong to 1 above and take on anyone that belongs to 1 above, publicly;

(9) Your action may not be taken as whistle blowing, until an appropriate channel of communication is followed and further verification is made at and by @officialefcc office anywhere in the country, respectfully, respectively;

(10) Any other rule may subsequently follow.

Understand these rules? You can seek the service of an Attorney. If you tick item 8, you are already in. Let the bout begin:

Friday Vs Aliu

The flying vituperation, here and there, from one elder statesman sitting in God knows where in Abuja, and another sitting in Benin is becoming juicier by the day.

There is no doubt Mr Aliu needs to check his emotions and tame his tongue in quick spilling of some, what ought to be Classified. He is an elder statesman and as one he should know when and how to spill and when not to (application of proportionate action and inaction). We have the hints already that the figures are mind-boggling but what his action portends is more mind-boggling, therefore he should stop sending people to the clinic to check their ifunpa (BP) all the time because of his unbridled spilling. Or is his hue and cry an unofficial signal to his ‘benefactor(s)’, according to an elder statesman, Elder Godsday, to move their loot to a better safekeep? He should be told again and again, by whoever can pull his strings, that whatever may have gone down during these past days, the present-day anti- corruption crusade (the way it is going) would get so many elder statesmen tsunamied to a place they rarely dreamt of if they are found to be alaje banu. The fight against corruption isn’t a vendetta. He should just be diplomatic and advise the jittery ones amongst these agbalagbi to ju agbalagba lo to start pally-ing the Comptroller-General of Prisons; the CG will know where the best facilities are.

Ti oju akata ba l’ewo ko ki nse enu adie lo ye ka ti gbo; a fowl is misfit to bear the tale of a blind fox.

Let’s assume Elder Aliu is a (p)sychophant as described by the other elder, I doubt the latter’s claim (until he spills more) that the former is an AGIP(Any Government In Power); ilk of our Elegant Stallion (Rule no 4 stands). But let’s pretend we want to enjoy the blaring sound of a Vuvuzuela. This Elder(ly) whistle blower doesn’t have the physical strength and moral right to blow one to our hearing; In fact, the other elders in this elder’s homestead should have him bound till the overdose of the Viagra he took sometime in March wears off before they allow him parades the public space. The hangover of an ODed Viagra may take some time.

BTW/WARNING (UNOFFICIAL): Self-prescribed Viagra may lead to emotional breakdown. Sufferers may lose control of their passion. They can ‘come’ anywhere, however, anytime.

“Being leg by your EMOTIONS is a recipe for disaster!…

-Mathew Ashimolowo

Back to the issue at hand: The Aso Rock sycophant elder has given a sufficient response to the lineage-disgracing elder but he didn’t do a thorough job and as an elder he shouldn’t be found wanting, in any way. Agba kii wa l’oja ki ori omo tuntun wo. Mr Aliu shouldn’t join a large number of us to condemn unborn innocent generation(s) to the dark side of history. Not a good thing to do, though their progenitor is Gehazi. We should always be Christ like in our dealings so Elder Aliu, I pray he reads this piece, should initiate a move at orientating the other elder on how to proclaim chenji.

Honor and Obedience.

The Fourth Commandment in the Bible: Honour Thy Father and Thy Mother. We have been taught that ‘ honour’ extends to ANYONE older than us. There is also a part of the Moral Code that says to disobey to carry out an unjust order is just.

Some people will say honouring someone isn’t complete without obeying that person. They will even push further: “you cannot say you honour God without obeying His commandments”. But God will never command you to do evil. It is Satan that deceitfully leads man, through hedonism, into a pit of shame and regret.

A Presidential summon was honoured by you but getting there, he tells you: Mr Lagbaja omo baba Lakasegbe, I have heard so, so, and so about you therefore as soon as you get home, hang yourself by yourself. I am sure you will not obey such command unless that statement to commit suicide was laced with some gbetugbetu.

We have cases of parents, hate-feeding their children against the society, partly and or fully. Some kids might (blindly) suck the milk since it is honour thy father and mother… but greater evil will such offspring perpetrate. Rarely is there an exception to the rule.

Lesson For The New Generation.

My piece of advice to anyone is to honour your parents AT ALL TIMES. If they call you once answer them courteously ten times. If your father wants you to take your bow and arrow to get him venison, bolt like Usain, get him whatever he wants. If he wants wine please don’t hesitate to get him the best of the best from France (especially if he has stacked enough funds). But if he tells you to disrupt the flow of peace, PLEASE in the name of whatever you believe in don’t obey such. It is devilish and is a crime against humanity. Your father may cut you off from his estate but I know God will not punish you for disobeying an instruction to be a ballot-snatcher.

I am sure the children of the other elder that “would rot in jail” are still traumatized. The same God that healed Naaman still lives but I will advise that you call for a meeting with only the formidable elders in your family; whether god-dey or god-no-dey, just have faith that diaris God in whatever you are doing: appoint a spokesperson and address a World Press Conference. Make sure you unweb yourself from what this Elder yoked you with. Remember Moses refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter when he came of age. Don’t get me wrong. You are not denouncing his fatherhood: he remains your father but it is his action that you must dissociate from. The video of your press conference will trend side by side (if not more viral than) the YouTube views of your Patriarch toddler’s display of tantrum. At least people will know you are not like the scions of the Abachas, Gaddafis, Hitlers, Mugabes, Mobutu Sesesekous, Bin Ladens of this world. You will live free of his action. As it is presently, your genuine intentions will be rubbished because of your surname. Am sure some people will start brandishing that theatrical to blackmail you into some uncomfortable positions but if you heed my advice, you will enjoy considerable sympathy and you will walk with your heads high up. It is a much needed damage control.

I am not in any way by whatever fiat compelling anyone to take my admonition seriously but I am a corn lover. My Viagra works best when an agbalagba ties corn cob around his or her waist and shamelessly walks the arena.


Ps: am I getting hooked on the same coke as Pius Adesanmi? Check me into a rehab, please!