Last year, in the thick of the Presidential Election Campaigns in Nigeria, I visited a friend in Maitama, Abuja. He's pro-Buhari and a vehement one too and knowing his irritating aggressiveness in expressing his support for Candidate Buhari during the election period, I usually would not discuss politics with him because we both could not shift grounds.
So when I visited him in February last year in his house, he offered me a drink and asked his nine year old son to get me a glass.
'Make sure the glass is sparkling clean o! Otherwise I will box your ears like Buhari will box Jonathan in the elections'
The Nine Year Old immediately shook his head and said ' Jonathan! Thief! Idiot!'
I was stunned. I turned to my friend.
'You allow your son to abuse the President of the country?'
He waved my protest aside ' Is Jonathan not an idiot? Abeg, lef matter! Let my son abuse him jare'
'That's wrong' I said. ' That's so wrong. Your son is not old enough to make judgements like that except for what you feed him. You have poisoned his mind into taking a jaundiced position and you should discourage him not to abuse the President of his country. What kind of upbringing are you giving him with this attitude?'
He shouted me down with some lousy argument and I gave my own points back and let it ride.
Two days ago, I decided to visit him after many months. He welcomed me to his house, a bit sober and moody.
His son, now ten years old, was playing a video game in the living room noisily.
'What do I get you?' He asked
'I'm ok....I just....' I was replying when the video game his son was playing gave a huge noise of a crowd in a fight.
My friend screamed at his son ' Junior, will you reduce the volume of that television! Haven't I warned you to reduce the volume when you see me with visitors? Look at your useless head like Buhari's own!'
Immediately, the boy retorted. 'God forbid! My head cannot be like Buhari. He doesn't know anything! Useless government. Suffer, Suffer!'
I protested. ' Ah ah! You are still encouraging your son to abuse the President of your country? Haba! No na!'
He retorted ' Abeg, let him abuse the old geezer. He's a disappointment. Suffering everywhere! Nothing to show. No direction! I'm regretting now! I won't lie'
The Baileys he served me that evening has been the sweetest I have ever tasted.
Vindication is sweet o!
So when I visited him in February last year in his house, he offered me a drink and asked his nine year old son to get me a glass.
'Make sure the glass is sparkling clean o! Otherwise I will box your ears like Buhari will box Jonathan in the elections'
The Nine Year Old immediately shook his head and said ' Jonathan! Thief! Idiot!'
I was stunned. I turned to my friend.
'You allow your son to abuse the President of the country?'
He waved my protest aside ' Is Jonathan not an idiot? Abeg, lef matter! Let my son abuse him jare'
'That's wrong' I said. ' That's so wrong. Your son is not old enough to make judgements like that except for what you feed him. You have poisoned his mind into taking a jaundiced position and you should discourage him not to abuse the President of his country. What kind of upbringing are you giving him with this attitude?'
He shouted me down with some lousy argument and I gave my own points back and let it ride.
Two days ago, I decided to visit him after many months. He welcomed me to his house, a bit sober and moody.
His son, now ten years old, was playing a video game in the living room noisily.
'What do I get you?' He asked
'I'm ok....I just....' I was replying when the video game his son was playing gave a huge noise of a crowd in a fight.
My friend screamed at his son ' Junior, will you reduce the volume of that television! Haven't I warned you to reduce the volume when you see me with visitors? Look at your useless head like Buhari's own!'
Immediately, the boy retorted. 'God forbid! My head cannot be like Buhari. He doesn't know anything! Useless government. Suffer, Suffer!'
I protested. ' Ah ah! You are still encouraging your son to abuse the President of your country? Haba! No na!'
He retorted ' Abeg, let him abuse the old geezer. He's a disappointment. Suffering everywhere! Nothing to show. No direction! I'm regretting now! I won't lie'
The Baileys he served me that evening has been the sweetest I have ever tasted.
Vindication is sweet o!
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