and the crowd went OOOOHHHHH .

Sex makes the crowd go wild.

Sex sells. We know. For the fact that someone from a conservative family knows that, everyone else knows it too. I think it is shameful and pathetic.

Last night, there was a Wizkid “concert” at the community hall. A bunch o people went. Maybe a bout fifty people were present a hundred?. Arriving fashionably late, and even later than that to an extent paid off after all. The show was a waste of time and effort. Aun students were running the show. Whizkid was nowhere to be found, only his musical yet premature voice reverberated round the more than loud booming speakers in the hall. Students with talent, that is. Performers performed, singers sang, dancers danced and fashion designers walked the runway with lit lighters above their artificial hair. Where’s the irony in that, you ask me?

The dancing part was the one that got to me. I enjoyed it, personally. I enjoy watching people flop their routine, go a bit off point, or coordinate their disco ordination so perfectly your jaws cannot help but fall off. Literally. Just kidding.

The horrible dancing is not why I am writing this. As a self conceited writer, writing this is important. So I shall diverge no more. There this Chiquita was, dancing around like some short Ciara. She even “whined” like the professional singer/ dancer. So the normal breaking started and people were all “yeah”, hands clapping. Then her waists started working. Twist twist, shake it to the left, shake it to the right and “if you wind for me, kas…” her body stopped functioning but her waist, hips and bum. And the crowd went “ROOOAARRRRR, YEAAAAAAA, AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”” my ears might have fallen off. But I suppose I would not have felt it because they were numb with all that noise and cold AC blowing at them poor softies.

Okay. Guys are fuckers. They go nuts for these things. But then the girls too? I think maybe the next survey making courses (cc CMD !!) should take an interest on the level of lisbianity. Lesbianism? on campus.

Then whizkid (FINALLY) came. Urgh.  Rephrase. Then whizkid “FINALLY” appeared. And the corwd went yeaaaa, then he stood up in front of this mami and also did his dude version of winding. YEAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, maybe some girls died. For some ordinary Nigerian who made you pay 3 – 10 grand for a fifteen minute show. A show that started late. A show that was supposed to be hours long of whizkid but ended up to be fifteen minutes of his short scrawny self (I do not stereotype, I do not judge, but I dislike short celebs. Sorry it’s this thing in my head. if you’re successful, be tall mana. But then hey, it’s the genes.). Fifteen minutes of him stressing the obvious fact that he lacked a daily supplement of tom tom or lemon plus: his voice went off point quite a lot of times. I suppose we could excuse him for being fashionably late, or even more than that because that’s what he did. I suppose we could forgive him for making us wait for an end result of fifteen minutes of him running round the hall, and also for deafening us with a croaky yet childish voice (how did he do that shit?). but he is a nice singer. I do love his song tease me, and I occasionally shake my dead to don’t dull. I do praise him for not lip syncing, like all the other pathetic singers do during “concerts” I do appreciate his picture taking wiv fans at the clubhouse. Oh well. Twas another normal night. Fun funny, then boring, and tiring.