#January 10, 2013
I was at my sister’s school on Friday afternoon, waiting and angry. I was sitting on one of the stationary brick pews outside her departmental building – School of Art and Design – and angry because she was a silly girl who hardly had the slightest regard for her brother’s time.
I had specifically reeled out all my plans for Jan. 8 to her hearing the last time I mentioned to her that I was going to visit her, and she still unblushingly frittered away 35 minutes of my golden time. Well, it won’t happen again, I said and asked her to repeat after me, ‘I…will…never…visit…you…at…school…again.’ And I meant it
Oh, I almost forgot, our youths are so dim-witted! And I felt I should have known, and that I was a fat ignoramus made me feel bitter that I carried the bitterness for the rest of the day.
While I was waiting for Grace, I listened to two hip hop hippies argue about who was richer between Supero and Johnson. The argument was so fierce that they were swearing by names I hadn’t heard anywhere before and they decided to bet and confirm from a credible source.
And I was there: a fat and bald and bespectacled guy seated, disgruntled and across them. I, alias the credible source, was there. They wouldn’t believe how much I knew about those guys. I could say that I know them just like I know the back of my palms, without an air of pride or arrogance.
That I know that Supero is super rich and lives on Idowu Martins street, Odeku Road, Victoria Island, Lagos. That he is worth more than #600 million and is a sucker for fast cars and fresh bananas.
Supero is an amazing rapper whose lines have always made me ponder on how anybody could manufacture a witty line and still rhyme with previous or subsequent lines. But Supero was stupid enough to potter with Bennies and is now stuck on it.
I advised his management team to get him into a rehab. Instead, they employed a nanny who baby-sat him through his moments of ’highness.’ And whenever he was in that pitiable state, he looked a lot less than a legend, little less a role model that one of the college boys had pointed out.
And Johnson! A very interesting guy to be around, barely 22 and always bursting with mysterious energy. But I regret to say that you won’t find him any interesting when you experience him in a jag of momentary madness. He is a user of marijuana, and he once told me that if I wanted to do better than my competitors, I should also consult as many butts of reefers as I could.
Oh, and he is worth about #750 million. His last deal with EarthLine made him that rich.
But all these information cannot be told. They cannot be whiffed by their fans because I am generously paid to keep it that way.