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  • I Never Saw Myself As the Head of Anything — Man Like Chiby Iwobi
    What does it mean to be a man? Surely, it’s not one thing. It’s a series of little moments that add up. Man Like is a weekly Zikoko series documenting these moments to see how it adds up. It’s a series for men by men, talking about men’s issues. We try to understand what it means to “be a man” from the perspective of the subject of the week.

    Chiby Iwobi is one of the most animated men I’ve ever spoken to. Still, I expected nothing less from the man responsible for turning Lagos into one big party every other Friday. “My major skill is I can make friends with any and everybody,” he says. “I’m always hugging and fist-bumping everyone. It’s what I enjoy.”

    Partnering with a friend in 2019, Chiby took his love for parties and a Lagos-based hot spot, South, to another level when he began hosting South Social — a party that quickly transformed into a youth movement laced with alcohol, sweat, social media sightings and FOMO for those unable to attend. While throwing parties and running an education-focused foundation might be a lot for some, Chiby seems to be managing it well… or is he? 

    In this episode of Man Like, Chiby talks about his struggles with body dysmorphia, the pressures of turning 30, why he wants to control his drinking and the one mistake from university that still haunts him today. 

    Chiby, before we get into this, outside of throwing sick parties, what’s one thing people would be surprised you did? 

    I used to write a lot of poetry. 

    Poetry? 

    Yes. I can explain. I was very insecure when I was younger. I was overweight and thought I was talentless. While most of the other kids around me had something they were good at like football or singing, I never felt like I was good at anything. 

    The poetry started because of a girl I met on Facebook when I was 15. I liked her, but I couldn’t pursue anything because I was insecure about my weight. We eventually became friends. One day, on a road trip, I thought of her and got inspired to write a poem about how much I appreciated her as a friend. It didn’t rhyme or anything, but it was a start. 

    Do you still write poetry? 

    I stopped when I was about 23 or 24. I started writing because I was emotional and it was my only way to vent. The older I got, the harder it became to connect with, and translate my emotions into poetry, so I started writing stories instead. Even though I’m in a much happier place now, I’m finding my way back to poetry and I’m excited. 

    Love it. I’m curious about how you dealt with the body insecurity you mentioned? 

    Dealt with it? Man, it still affects the way I see myself today. I had to admit to myself a couple of years ago that I struggle with body dysmorphia. I’ll always see myself as a chubby kid. I used to punish myself with intense workouts or runs whenever I ate too much. I’d also go on these ridiculous fruit detoxes where I would only eat fruits and drink water for three straight days. Till today, just knowing that I’ve had too many calories fucks me up mentally. There’s also the fear of putting on all that weight back. 

    But I’m working on it, and I have a better relationship with my body now than I had years ago. My end goal is to be comfortable with how I look. 

    Damn. Have you tried talking to someone about this? 

    I haven’t. The best thing I’ve done for myself is finally admitting that I have a problem with my body. During the lockdown, I was working out twice a day, and I was shredded. But I still found faults in my body. These days I tell myself, “Accept that you have this issue and don’t bother yourself too much about how you look because whoever will love you, will love you regardless.”

    I felt this. When did it hit you that you were a man? 

    Don’t laugh, but this year for sure. I was going to be serious about my life in 2020, but COVID happened. It has dawned on me that I’ll be 30 next year; I’m not a kid anymore. Moving out and also becoming the head of the foundation where I work 9-5 has also brought more responsibilities and bills. 

    I never imagined myself being the head of anything because I’ve always thought I wasn’t special. Look at me now. LOL. I can’t keep living life like I’ve been doing before. All the reckless drinking has stopped. I’m changing my mindset and mentality. 

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    Omo turning 30 is a big deal. What’s going through your mind? 

    The fact that the older I get, the more people expect of me. It’s exhausting. Now that I’m almost 30, the conversation has shifted to marriage. Because I also have what people might call a public relationship, everyone is expecting a big wedding from me and my girlfriend. 

    How does having a public relationship affect the dynamic of your relationship? 

    It hasn’t changed much. This is my first serious relationship. We’ve been together for three years, and before that, my longest relationship was three months. It doesn’t bother me that we’re out there because now everyone knows I’m taken and I can’t mess up. 

    Fair enough. How does a three-year-old relationship change a man? 

    The first thing that comes to mind is drinking. I’m always out every week and I could get waved quickly. It’s not a good look for me to be drunk and have my girl trying to take care of me in public. It’s taken a while, but I’m working on my drinking by taking things slow. 

    I’ve had to make that change for the both of us. 

    Nice. How is that going for you? 

    As a guy who throws parties for a living, managing my drinking has been a tough process. Parties are fun, but they can also get physically and mentally draining. Drinks used to help me get through back to back parties, but now I’m conscious about how much I drink. I feel like it’s the best move for me right now.   

    Love that for you. Can you speak on your experience navigating masculinity as a Nigerian man. 

    Fragile masculinity is common among Nigerian men and it’s something I’ve had to unlearn over time. I used to be very homophobic because society had conditioned me into believing it was wrong for a man to like another man. I’ve moved past it now, and most people would even say I do too much. 

    Too much?

    LOL. Yes. I’m always hugging and pecking my friends and most of them are just getting used to it. I remember pecking one of my guys once and in a reflex move, he hit my hand and I smashed my phone. Men aren’t used to intimacy with one another the way women are. Women are comfortable with their bodies. I’m not saying we should go around grabbing one another, but we can learn something from that freedom women have. 

    It’s not that deep. 

    Has anything ever threatened your masculinity? 

    There used to be a time when hearing statements like, “but you’re a man”,  used to make me do things, even if I didn’t want to. I was trying to prove myself back then, but now I’ve gotten over that shit. If you tell me to do something, “because I’m a man”, chances are, I’ll be more gingered to turn you down. 

    Are there men in your life you’d consider role models for what it means to be a man? 

    No. I’ve had a situation where I respected and looked up to people only to be disappointed by their actions down the line. Human beings can and will disappoint you. I want to be my own person. 

    Don’t you think having flaws is what makes us human? 

    I get that. But it can be a hard and painful blow when someone you respect falls your hand. I used to really love and admire John Terry the footballer, only to learn later on that he was a racist. That was really disappointing for me. 

    I feel you. Can you talk to me about moments where you’ve been disappointed in yourself as well? 

    Damn. When I was younger and just getting on the internet, I didn’t see male sexual assault as a big deal. To me, I thought, “It’s just sex, who wouldn’t want that?” Thinking about it now, I realise I was ignorant. Why would I want something that traumatic to happen to me or anyone? This also goes back to some of the things I’ve learnt since I started listening to women, because I learnt most of these nuances from them. 

    Another incident I deeply regret was a mistake I made at university. My friends and I had gone out with an older guy who had more money for a night on the town. While we were hanging out, he asked if we could introduce him to any girl in our school and we did. That was my first mistake, handing a girl over to another guy like a pimp. 

    The next day, this guy tells us that after the girl refused to have sex with him, he refused to let her sleep on his bed. Basically, this girl had to stand in a corner all night. 

    What? 

    Yes. The worst part is I just laughed her situation off like it wasn’t a big deal. I look back at that moment and understand how unfair and depressing that situation must’ve been for her. It was messed up. 

    I wish I’d been more vocal about it. I should’ve found her and apologised, but I didn’t. Instead, I acted like it never happened. You know what? I’m going to give her a call soon.

    You should. But that’s a really messed up story.  

    It is. I was young and I made a mistake I deeply regret. However, what worries me today are the people who defend sexual assault in big 2022. I’m like where can we go from here? We have women suffering just because men don’t want to do better. 

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    But do you now hold the men in your life accountable? 

    I want to say I’m grateful that the men in my circle don’t do things like this, but omo, as I said before, human beings can surprise you. For now, I’m surrounded by men who understand the importance of equality and respect for women. That being said, I’m also at a stage in my life where if someone says or does rubbish, I will correct or cut them off. No time. 

    I support this movement. Let’s shift to good vibes. What brings you joy these days? 

    My girlfriend is number one. Then there’s my family, friends, working out, getting results in everything I do—and then money; you know money has to be there. 

    Moneyyyy!

    Wait o, while money can bring security and happiness, the love I get from my family and friends is irreplaceable. I’m not saying I’m rich, but when I’m sad, it’s not the money in my account that brings me out of that pit, it’s the people I love. They are what really matter to me. 

    Cool. So if you could tell a younger version of Chiby something, what would you say? 

    Chiby, you’ll be fine. Don’t worry. The extra year you had in school is a blessing. The accident you had with the car, I know it’s depressing, but it’s a learning curve for you. You’ll do better. Trust me; you’ll be fine. By the way, you’ll have the prettiest girlfriend ever. 

    Who’s cutting onions? 

    LOL. 

    Editor’s Note: After this interview, Chiby worked on his first poem in years. It’s a work in progress but he’s just happy to be trying again.


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  • Body Dysmorphia: It Is MORE Than Hating Your Body

    Body dysmorphia is a mental health disorder that makes you obsess over your physical appearance. You constantly try to fix or hide these perceived flaws that may not be noticeable to others but yourself. We spoke to five Nigerian women about what it is like hating their body in a way that makes them obsess over it. They told us about body dysmorphia and what it is like for them. 

    CONTENT WARNING: THIS ARTICLE DISCUSSES BODY DYSMORPHIA, MENTIONS SELF HARM, ANXIETY DISORDERS, PANIC ATTACKS AND DEPRESSION. MIGHT BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME. 

    Anu; 19

    The sight of my own body causes me pain. I hate looking in mirrors because of the amount of time I spend obsessing over all these “flaws” I have, but I look at them anyway because I have to monitor my progress in getting rid of them. The stretch marks, flabby skin, spots, discoloration, everything. I look at these imperfections and want to hurt myself. I’m constantly fight a battle between “hurt yourself because you look absolutely terrible” and “you cannot afford any more scars on your ugly body.” I get panic attacks because I worry that people can see these flaws, so I wear baggy clothes to hide as much of me as possible. 

    Titi; 20

    I feel like my body and mind deceive me when it comes to the visual perception of myself. Even when I try to look my best, what I look like in the mirror or camera is the total opposite of what people see when they look at me. I have had multiple breakdowns over this. I only speak about it when other people talk about it because it makes me feel less alone with my predicament. 

    Halima; 22

    I can’t remember ever looking in the mirror and feeling good. To me, there is always something off. I used to self harm when I was younger but stopped when I scared myself by going too far. I moved from that to alcohol which I stopped once I moved to my parent’s place for the lockdown. Now, I just work a lot to get my mind off of things. If you avoid seeing yourself for a while, there will be nothing to obsess over, right? 

    Francis; 27

    Sometimes, it is the little things that really rock you. You might be typing a letter to your boss when you realise that your fingers are too short. You look at them for so long, it spreads to other parts of your body. Before you know it, it is 3 p.m. on a Tuesday night, and you are contemplating suicide because of your “short fingers.” You feel so guilty for being sad over “silly” things like that. Imagine explaining to someone that you had an anxiety attack because of your fingers? Body dysmorphia is a haunting problem, and all the “love yourself” quotes cannot fix it.

    Amaka; 24

    I hate mirrors, but I keep looking at myself in the mirror wondering if my face will magically change overnight. I am not sure what my body actually looks like because what people say I look like is not what I see. I am super conscious of my body and how I look. I cannot wear form fitting dresses when I go out alone because I do not want to feel weird. In my head, everyone is looking at me and wondering why I would wear such an outfit. I see people that look the way I look and they are pretty, but when it comes to me, it just does not work that way. 


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  • What She Said: People Do Not Respect Me Because I’m Skinny

    Navigating life as a woman in the world today is incredibly difficult. From Nigeria to Timbuktu, it’ll amaze you how similar all our experiences are. Every Wednesday, women the world over will share their takes on everything from sex to politics right here.

    The subject of this week’s What She Said is 26-year-old Busayo. She talks about navigating life as a skinny person; being bullied in secondary school, disrespected at work and receiving unpleasant reactions from people due to her body size. 

    When was the first time you realised, whoa, I’m skinny?

    People have called me names for as long as I can remember: fele fele, number 1. It became something I was super conscious about in secondary school. In SS 1, the period where girls start wearing skirts instead of pinafore, and they were filling up their skirts and stuff like that, I did not look like the other girls and people did not hesitate to point that out. That was when it hit me that yes, this is a thing.

    Tell me more about secondary school.

    The first part of it was awesome. I was one of the cool kids and everyone liked me. I had lots of friends. Then it slowly started to get brutal around the time I became self-conscious about how people saw me. People were more open and they would say it as they thought it regardless of how I felt. Maybe it was always like that and I just didn’t care. Maybe it started to hit me as I grew older. But I remember the second half of secondary school was horrible. Like, can people just not notice me? Can I not be the skinny girl in school that everyone makes jokes about? The guys used to do this thing where if I was walking by, they would blow air at me. There were two options for me — I stop and I don’t move, which would mean that I was entertaining their joke, or I move and they say they moved me with their breeze. It’s funny, but when you think that this used to happen in the middle of the class and everyone would laugh at me… It was quite annoying. I would laugh with them,  but it took a huge toll on me.

    I’m so sorry. Did you have issues with teachers?

    Yes. One of the most elaborate encounters I had regarding my weight was with teachers. There were these female teachers that always made comments about my body when they passed by me. Especially the Yoruba teacher; I get why people hate Yoruba teachers. One day, we were having a class – Maths I think, and she popped to talk to the Maths teacher. I don’t remember what made her notice me, but she asked me a question and I stood up and answered, next thing she says, “È̩ rì bó ṣe rí. Àyà gbẹ̀, ìdì gbẹ̀, kò sí ńkànkán bẹ̀.” See how she looks. Chest flat. Ass flat. There’s nothing there. The entire class lost their minds. Their laughter was so loud people in other classes wondered what was going on. My light-skinned friend who sat behind was holding in his laughter so hard that he turned red. He ended up falling down with his chair — that’s how much people were laughing. It was like that nightmare where you’re naked in front of everybody and they’re laughing at you.

    Another day, I was walking by two teachers, and I greeted. As I passed them, one said, see how she looks like number 1. I looked back and she glared at me. That entire day, I kept wondering why they decided to pick on me. They clearly could tell that their words would get to me. So I thought to tell them how I felt.

    My best friend was a writer, so her solution to everything was to write something down. She advised me to write them letters, so I wrote two identical letters. Very short letters asking them to understand that the names they called me were offensive and I’d really like for them to stop — I thought it was polite. I dropped them on their tables at the end of the day so they would find the letters in the morning.

    The next morning, a junior called me to the staff room. I got there, and they told me to kneel down. They had passed the letters around and all the teachers were like, oh wow, THE GUTS of this little twat to tell us we are offending her. They found the word “offending” offensive because only young people can offend older people, not the other way round. They flogged me, and when I saw they weren’t going to stop, I walked out of the room and went home. 

    What happened after that?

    They told me to call my mum, and when she came down, she was furious. They  apologised to her, not me. I became the girl that all the teachers hated. I was shunned for prefectship the next year, which was funny because I was the first junior student to become a prefect at the school because I was the smart, favourite kid.

    What size were you then?

    This one is hard to answer o. Now, seven years after, I say I’m officially a small size 6, but I still have to fix my clothes a lot of times. Then, I was probably a small 4.

    How else does your size affect you?

    The biggest way it affects me now is how people see and respect me. We’re in Nigeria; it’s already difficult to be respected in any space as a woman. Imagine when you’re now a woman that looks like a thirteen-year-old boy — people will very often try to take advantage of you, look down on you or assume they can get away with anything. Women and men would make fun of your size, ask you how are you going to get a husband, tell you you need to eat more, this and that. The most worrying is when people disrespect you because you’re tiny. 

    How do they disrespect you?

    I’ll give you a scenario. This one makes me laugh all the time. A while ago, I was out with a friend that’s younger than me. She’s big and tall. We were gisting about something and having a fun argument, and a random man got annoyed. “Ahan, look at this young girl. Her sister is telling her something, but she is just arguing and arguing.” He thought she was my older sister.

    That one is funny, but there is the occasional harassment where even when I’m amongst friends, I get harassed because my body makes me seem vulnerable.

    At work?

    Once I was giving a presentation at work, and a man stops me and goes, “Sorry, how old are you again?” And when I answered, he just said okay and moved on like nothing had happened. I don’t see this happening to my colleagues — people stopping and asking them how old they are. 

    Sometimes, they undermine my skills. In the most professional setting, a Yoruba man would just go, “All these small-small children. What do you know?”

    On multiple occasions, people have stopped me to tell me to not wear clothes that show my figure — usually bodycon dresses  — because it’s not flattering. I’m like, first of all, I don’t know who the fuck you all are. This also happens at work. Who asked you?

    Now, I’ve come to the point where I laugh a lot of these things off.

    Any last words?

    One of the issues with people and skinny-shaming is when people hear skinny-shaming they go, “Oh boohoo, you’re a perfect size 8 girl complaining about your perfect life and perfect body.” They don’t consider that not everybody is the perfect size 8. There are skinnier people than that, and they are the ones usually complaining. 

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