It is regarded unafrican to speak ill of the dead. Our customs and ethos do not allow us to say the bitter truth about anyone once they have breathed their last. Somehow all their transgressions die with along with them, and what is left is saintly praises. It doesn’t matter whether that person was a serial killer like Matheri, a rapist, or petty thief who had trouble seeing chicken wandering about the village. During their funeral, their eulogy is adorned with good deeds; a huge chunk of which are usually imaginary. Well, I am not a huge fan of anything that requires conformity, so I call it like it looks like. Conventionality can stick its head where the sun doesn’t shine.
This past week, a man made headlines when he died. It was not his first time to appear on our screens though. I am talking about Tony Ogunda. In as much as I would love for him to rest in peace, I cannot help but imagine the kind of damage he did to Honourable Tuju and his family. The guy was running for presidency for Pete’s sake! All the while he was going through the country selling candidacy, Mr Ogunda here was busy going through his wife. Never mind that he was supposed to be his body guard.
I do not know about you folks, but in my opinion, before someone makes you his bodyguard, he must have trusted you with his life- not his wife! Doing the politician’s missus wasn’t part of the job description. Remember last week’s bro code rant?
In any case, when it comes to love triangles, there is only one way they usually end- badly. Even here in campus, we have had cases of girlfriends jilting their boyfriends. The reverse is also true. However, it always ends up the same way. In some cases, a brawl erupts between the guys and the weaker one (usually the lover) ends up with a crater on their face or in between their teeth. For girls, cat-fights ensue and in the end, one of them comes out of the fight with chunks of human flesh on their fake claws.
However, in Tony’s case, he was fighting a government big wig. Do not get me wrong, I am not saying that Honourable Tuju plotted his death. I have no conclusive facts to prove that. But from where I stand, Tony picked the wrong person to mess around with. And I do not know how he expected this to end; with him and the missus holding hands into the sunset? Fighting for a woman that never was, and never will be yours is the true definition of wishful thinking.
Moral of the story: When you leave a knife on a politician’s back, the only reward you get comes in the form of either steel bars or tombstones.
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That was harsh, cold and painful…but thats how you know its the truth
truth is always nasty
That’s the reality.
naked as it was birthed
That’s the reality.
Yes, sure Tony was in the wrong but I think the wife should carry part of the blame or most of it. A man handed pussy whether on a platter or not will take it. Women are supposed to be the smart ones. I hope guys learn from Tony though, pussy with a fork in it will get you killed.
Yes, sure Tony was in the wrong but I think the wife should carry part of the blame or most of it. A man handed pussy whether on a platter or not will take it. Women are supposed to be the smart ones. I hope guys learn from Tony though, pussy with a fork in it will get you killed.
not that m taking anyone’s side, bt i thought the two were divorced???
not that m taking anyone’s side, bt i thought the two were divorced???
regardless…its about the principle.