It was mid afternoon, the house was quiet as it gets, the blinds were drawn and it was a bit dark which was how I liked it. My face was buried in a book, and my brother lay on the floor working on a miniature cardboard house. A golden hue fell across the page and I closed my eyes, willing it to be true. I didn't wait for long before the shrill 'up NEPA!'. I flung the book across the room (forgive me,book lovers, and in my defense, I'm one too) and we made a beeline for the staircase to my aunts house. This was one of the times when I was grateful that DSTV took its time loading. Other times like in the middle of champions league finals, I couldn't will it to load fast enough. But not to digress too much, we were comfortably seated, waiting for the decoder to run its course and for Africa Magic plus to come on.
Flash forward some three years later and I'm in boarding school and having it out with some of my friends and they had me seriously reevaluating the friendship. One looked at me like I'd completely lost it when I blurted out that watching a 'Nigerian movie' wasn't the ordeal that they were making it out to be, that they'd rather willingly kiss a frog, or take a siesta than stomach it and we all know how much we hated siestas back in the day (now it seems like we can't get enough). Me I kuku didn't like all those Chinese abi Korean Jacky Chan and Jet Li types they enjoyed so much.
I mean, such obvious lies. I was supposed to believe that a single man could put down a hundred people without breaking a sweat? Haba. Even if our brain no too dry water, e try small. Emeka Ike and Stephanie Okereke were a better option anytime, a far more believable option. (But then I guess that one could make the argument that reality was real enough and one needed some sort of respite). I remember one I almost didn't hear the last of, 'Snake in the monkey shadow' or something of the sort. Come on already. What's that?
Anyhow,there goes my two cents. Peace