Let’s look at it this way. What makes man quieter the older he grows? Wasn’t she that girl who at 7 smeared yam powder all over her face and laughed still? Wasn’t she the girl who would not see rain fall and remain indoor (to ignore a bath)? Just like me, the boy who loved to play football in the rain, talk to unseen play mates and mimick Michael Jackson before a mirror for hours. But we grew up and became Frowny Jones, bitter and careful, didn’t we? Oh the good old days when if I slept in the parlour would be carried to my room! I got punished for my misdemeanors even though my sins I never regret, my choices I still admire, my life used to be fun.
I was singing the other day while I walked down a road, friends said I was too loud, I behaved like a child. And it rained yesterday, I wish I could run in it, but what would a student say, seeing his teacher run in the rain like a child? Don’t behave like a child everybody says, and by implication, don’t be free; don’t be happy. I mean for real? Is it forbidden for adults to be as happy as the kids? Or am I only allowed to drink ogogoro if I want to feel lightened in the heart? Why mustn’t I be like the children, playful, careless and happy? Am I you? Are you me? Are me you? Me you are? You are me? Or wait… You I am? Is it your childishness I wan to do? Is it your body? Is it your play?
So today I closed the door on myself, shutters down, lights off, music in my ears, one of those things I did in the past that made me happy, I danced. I danced like marriage isn’t daily preached into my disinterested ears; I danced like my salary isn’t below my standard and I am content with it; I danced like the fuel has returned to its previous prices and Nigeria is a place with unlimited opportunities for the ambitious. Hot weather, boiled congos, animals in human skin, idiots in wisdom camouflage, I danced anyways and perspired I did, forgetting my worries, sorrows and fears. I danced in the dark. I danced like a child. You are not me. I am not you. I am you not. I want my freedom today, I choose to be young.
– Lord eBay (and his random ruminations, 2018)