Pretty Young Thing

Until death did my mum and superstition apart, she never believed in coincidence. She felt the universe was too orderly for the chaotic nature of happenstance. So, if I came home early from school with the excuse of early dismissal, she still wanted to find out why? It is a good thing that I didn’t inherit that as a maternal trait, from her. It comes with endless burden on the conscience when I already have enough financial burden.

Last month was meant to be a black month for some reasons my mum would have queried. Why picked an incomplete month from a dozen other available months to celebrate a race as black as blacks. Anyway,  joining us in celebration in a way that shows They Don’t Care about Us. The whites chose the same month to change the time. They moved themselves up an hour into daytime and at the same time dragged half of our race back by eons. The significance of such a minute change probably would have escaped everyone as mere coincidence if not for this unrelated occurrence.

By airing Michael Jackson’s documentary on sexual abuse of kids, HBO has in a way opened a pandora box of new scourge called pedophilia haunting black celebrities. This sordid behaviour may have been induced by drug, broadcast by Oprah and taken advantage of by the whites but these guys are as guilty as Atiku, if you ask me. Ooops! My Bad.

The evidence against MJ may appear totally Off the Wall but my mum would still have pondered why a black man would commit a white man’s crime in a strange land (it was actually done in Neverland) but she still won’t be pacified by the change of address. And in fairness, it doesn't matter whether Michael  is Black or White, anyway. Don’t chuckle, my mum was minimally read like our President.

It is now being whispered that selective prosecution of black celebrities may be another way of telling blacks to Beat it. Hence, both blacks that were forced and those that came to US on their volitions are stigmatised as Smooth Criminals.

And now, it doesn’t matter if we built their rails, did the farms, developed their sports, help with the inventions and even got involved with governance. All we have to show for being redundant or participatory guests is prosecution with evidences? It is time to leave. Good enough, the timing is right.

After a Thriller of an election at home, President Buhari is desirous of people of integrity who have never listened to Michael  Jackson’s Pretty Young Thing (Our democracy is too young to be exposed to political pedophile, but if you ask me, a 20-year old democracy's come a long way. As you all know, at 20, you're also no longer a Stranger in Moscow). If interested, you have twelve months to be back home for an appointment. Afterall, it took the President six months to pick the present cabinet he has not been able to work with.