Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by Jones Ayuwo
The fact of the matter, as a matter of fact, is that no matter the facts location, there is a fact that will always matter in defining your circumstance. For instance, four instances; can you find a Bedouin giving testimony of how God saved him from drowning? Or an Eskimo checking out his tan in a mirror? Or a Lagos driver delighted at the sight of Lastma? Or an aboki comparing debonair pizza to dominos? A New Hall bloke too proud for a free pack of rice at any event! I think not… thus, location, situation, fact, matter.
Therefore, having unequivocally in principle established the inalienability of dispositional complexion of geographical location and prevailing circumstance, one is left with naught to do but proceed in considering the two issues that arise from the facts of this matter i.e. location and circumstance.
CIRCUMSTANCE
The hallowed university of Lagos, sprawled beneath the Bariga sun in its pristine laziness like a fat cow sluggishly swishing her tail this way and that while a busy swarm of flies buzz with feverish activity, is rife with a certain universal quality or common currency and that is; strikingly picturesque lasses, damsels of such mesmeric merchantable quality that the young men are inadvertently addled into chasing everything from shadows, to mirages, swinging hips and wild goose convinced as to their fitness for purpose. However, these damsels are sequestered via pigmentation into binary factions prima facie, the fair skinned and the dark. In the words of renowned female analyst and woman right activist Adebo Oluyemi JCA “There are too many fair girls in this school sha!”
It is clear, to anyone who can see, that the number or amount of light skinned girls crawling the streets of Unilag is unnatural at best. What then, one is forced to ask, is the reason for the atypically uncanny amount of seemingly irresistible light skinned females in Unilag, is it that admission is now dished out based on the merit of your skin or Unilag admission forms have a paranormal pull for those of lighter skin? I think not. Consequently, one is forced to redirect one’s microscope towards more inexplicably imperceptible and elusively obvious reasons…
The ones to be pitied, the ones on the receiving end of all these, the ones who have to pay for cabs and cinema tickets for movies they already downloaded three nights before at GtBank, the ones that have to take the girls out on their birthdays and buy gifts on theirs, the ones who have to keep up appearances and struggle to hide the wry Yoruba drawl that envelops their voices when they speak in the hostels, the ones who are helplessly at a loss over what is real and what is a chimera, an illusion created by the magic of mary and kay. Supposing for the purpose of supposition that the fair girls were the only problem, all would be well with the world, but then there are the dark ones too…
Coming back from overnight any random morning and keen eyes will observe the posy of cats making a beeline for the Moremi hall of residence.
GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION
Therefore, having unequivocally in principle established the inalienability of dispositional complexion of geographical location and prevailing circumstance, one is left with naught to do but proceed in considering the two issues that arise from the facts of this matter i.e. location and circumstance.
CIRCUMSTANCE
The hallowed university of Lagos, sprawled beneath the Bariga sun in its pristine laziness like a fat cow sluggishly swishing her tail this way and that while a busy swarm of flies buzz with feverish activity, is rife with a certain universal quality or common currency and that is; strikingly picturesque lasses, damsels of such mesmeric merchantable quality that the young men are inadvertently addled into chasing everything from shadows, to mirages, swinging hips and wild goose convinced as to their fitness for purpose. However, these damsels are sequestered via pigmentation into binary factions prima facie, the fair skinned and the dark. In the words of renowned female analyst and woman right activist Adebo Oluyemi JCA “There are too many fair girls in this school sha!”
It is clear, to anyone who can see, that the number or amount of light skinned girls crawling the streets of Unilag is unnatural at best. What then, one is forced to ask, is the reason for the atypically uncanny amount of seemingly irresistible light skinned females in Unilag, is it that admission is now dished out based on the merit of your skin or Unilag admission forms have a paranormal pull for those of lighter skin? I think not. Consequently, one is forced to redirect one’s microscope towards more inexplicably imperceptible and elusively obvious reasons…
The ones to be pitied, the ones on the receiving end of all these, the ones who have to pay for cabs and cinema tickets for movies they already downloaded three nights before at GtBank, the ones that have to take the girls out on their birthdays and buy gifts on theirs, the ones who have to keep up appearances and struggle to hide the wry Yoruba drawl that envelops their voices when they speak in the hostels, the ones who are helplessly at a loss over what is real and what is a chimera, an illusion created by the magic of mary and kay. Supposing for the purpose of supposition that the fair girls were the only problem, all would be well with the world, but then there are the dark ones too…
Coming back from overnight any random morning and keen eyes will observe the posy of cats making a beeline for the Moremi hall of residence.
GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION
Unilag is located in a peculiar position and it is my belief that this location demystifies the clandestine enigma with which Unilag is soaked as previously highlighted. But first, one must go back in time to the days of nollywood movies and marine spirits popularly known as ‘mammy water’ and their number one feature… their fair skin. Fast forward a few years… Unilag and its streets filled with fair skinned girls… a little beyond and yonder… the lagoon lies enticingly, stretching into the horizon, a deep blue sea…
Cats, running towards Moremi, dark skinned girls batting eyelashes… a little yonder and afore… Atan cemetery lies dark, haunting and spooky…and then you remember, even Halle Berry had to die before she became cat woman…
In conclusion, Unilag guys are bound helplessly to the stake of confusion, torn between the dark skinned devil and the light beguiling deep blue sea, graduation, the only salvation!
Cats, running towards Moremi, dark skinned girls batting eyelashes… a little yonder and afore… Atan cemetery lies dark, haunting and spooky…and then you remember, even Halle Berry had to die before she became cat woman…
In conclusion, Unilag guys are bound helplessly to the stake of confusion, torn between the dark skinned devil and the light beguiling deep blue sea, graduation, the only salvation!
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