Life as Fjizzle: More Life, My Star Boy
During the bonfire festival of my National Youth Service Corps (NYSC) program in Katsina, I watched as the firewood that Corp members arranged all afternoon and into the late evening gradually burned to ashes. As the woods burnt, the night surreptitiously transcended from bright light to absolute darkness, as the magnitude of the fire reached a frightening latitude. The Police Sheriff badge. I stared at everything with amusement as my contemporaries sipped their palm wine and gyrated to the festival's energetic celebration on this wild night. It was fascinating, I savoured the moment as the positive energy gave me an interesting perspective on life. I was amused as my fellow Corp members disclosed some of their flexibility skills on this evening as they leaped and hopped over the fire. Some of my contemporaries came out unscathed, aha, you flexible bastard. Oh, some didn’t, though; they burnt themselves. “ You seem not to have a praying mother? ” I say to myself. Arranging plan...