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  • Interview With Cucumber: “It’s My Time to Shine”

    Zikoko arrives at a local market where foodstuffs are rumoured to be cheaper. In a corner, a commotion ensues between two traders: Pepper and Cucumber. Customers leave Pepper’s stall for Cucumber’s as the shouting match grows louder. Bystanders watch, with no one attempting to quell the fracas. Out of concern, Zikoko approaches the scene.

    Zikoko: Please, take it easy. What’s the problem?

    Pepper: Who is this one? What’s your business?

    Zikoko: My name is Zik—

    Pepper: Abeg, getat. You no go face wetin you come market for?

    Zikoko: Ah, sorry. I thought…

    Pepper: You thought what? Please, leave this place and mind your business.

    (Zikoko turns away, muttering “Na me fuck up” under their breath.)

    Cucumber: Hey! Ziko! Abi what did you call your name?

    (Zikoko turns back.)

    Zikoko: It’s Zikoko.

    Cucumber: Sha come. What do you want?

    (Zikoko approaches Cucumber’s stall.)

    Zikoko: I want pepper. I heard it’s cheaper in this market.

    (Cucumber shoots Zikoko a criminally offensive bombastic side eye before speaking.)

    Cucumber: Had it been I know you, I for give you a dirty slap.

    Zikoko: Ah. What did I do?

    Cucumber: So you think you’re better than all these people in front of my stall? Ehn?

    Zikoko: No now.

    Cucumber: What is no? Oya, go to Pepper now. Let’s see how you’ll use ten pieces of tomato and rodo to make one pot of soup.

    Zikoko: But I’m confused. It’s pepper I want and you’re selling cucumbers.

    (Cucumber turns away, attending to other customers like Zikoko isn’t there.)

    Random customer 1: Boda Zikoko, people are now using cucumber to supplement pepper. That’s why we’re here. It’s cheaper.

    Cucumber (cutting in): For now o. For now.

    Random customer 1 (continues): …and it tastes just as good.

    Zikoko: So you mean I can use cucumber to make soup?

    Random customer 1: Haven’t you been seeing the Instagram chef videos on social media?

    Cucumber: Help me ask him o.

    Zikoko: I thought cucumber was just for garnishing food and making healthy smoothies?

    Random customer 2: I even heard some ladies use it in za other room.

    (Cucumber leaps into the air, screaming.)

    Cucumber: Tufiakwa! Evil people. They’ve come again to spoil the good things happening in my life with rumours and “them say, them say”. Oya, you!

    (Cucumber points at random customer 2.)

    Cucumber: Vamooze from my sight. Vamooze if you don’t want me to comot your teeth just now.

    Zikoko: Please, calm down.

    Cucumber: People like that want to ridicule and reduce me to an object of pleasure. They make people ashamed of associating with me in public.

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    Zikoko: So sorry about that.

    Cucumber: Abeg, keep your sorry. You’re not blame-free. 

    Zikoko: Me? How? What did I do?

    Cucumber: Reducing me to something used for culinary aesthetics and discarded after?

    Zikoko: But, isn’t it a good thing to help people stay healthy?

    Cucumber: It’s good, but boring. The world doesn’t want boring. Nobody remembers you if you’re boring. It’s like a snake leaving no prints on a mountain. I want to be remembered for being the life of the party; the one people want every day. The one people can’t do without. Not the one treated as an afterthought.

    Zikoko: I see. So, you’re getting that now?

    Cucumber: Oh yes. I’ve been given a second chance, which is long due, and I plan to ride this wave for a long time.

    Zikoko: But are you not getting ahead of yourself here? People still need pepper, even with you as a supplement.

    Cucumber: Oh please. That one? Didn’t you see the display earlier on? He who the gods want to destroy, they first run mad.

    Zikoko: I’m not sure I get your drift.

    Cucumber: Pepper has had it coming for a while. Going into scarcity on a whim and leaving people to spend 100x the amount. The other day, I heard jollof made an off-white outing. Imagine jollof and off-white in the same sentence? Jollof that used to be red with hotness. God, abeg.

    Now that people know there’s more to people like us, Pepper is getting jealous. E never see anything.

    Zikoko: Sounds like a war is brewing.

    (Cucumber’s phone rings.)

    Cucumber: Hello? Have you set up the meeting date? We need to sustain the momentum now that the world still has our attention. If Gbigbe refuses to join the coalition, we’ll go to Gigun. If Gigun refuses, we’ll find a way still.

    (Cucumber hangs up.)

    Zikoko: Who was that?

    Cucumber: You mentioned something about a war.

    Zikoko: Yes, I did.

    Cucumber: That was Carrot. We’re close to signing a deal with Atagbigbe and Atagigun.

    Zikoko: Pepper’s relati—

    Cucumber (cutting in): Tah! Relatives for where? People only remember them when Pepper chooses to go MIA. They’re seeking an escape and stand to benefit more from this deal.

    Zikoko: I see. So the enemy of your enemy is your friend?

    Cucumber: Precisely. If Rodo, Tomato, Tatashe and Shombo want to move like the world belongs to them, we’ll teach them a lesson.

    Zikoko: I heard you say your price is cheap just for now. That means you want to move like pepper too?

    Cucumber: Before? You think I came to this world to count ceilings? I won’t deny that I envy what Pepper has. I want that for myself.

    Zikoko: But the people have turned to you because you aim to ease their suffering and offer a cheaper alternative.

    Cucumber: For more than a month now, I’ve kept my prices between ₦200-500. But from next month? You’ll see the real me.

    Zikoko: So this is how you want to use your second chan—

    Cucumber (cutting in): Is that the time? Come and be going, please. I have an appointment with a Fitfam juice company.

    Zikoko: But I thought you—

    Cucumber: You thought what? That I’ll put all my eggs in one basket? Leemao.

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  • Interview With Subsea Cable: “My Life Is in Danger”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Nigeria and a few other African countries have been hit with poor internet issues and downtimes since March 14, 2024. According to reports, this was caused by damaged subsea cable. 

     The question on most Nigerians’ lips remains: “Who even entered the sea to cut the cable?” Zikoko sat down with Subsea Cable to find answers.

    [Zikoko walks into a dark building]

    Zikoko: Hello? Anybody here?

    Subsea Cable: Identify yourself and recite the password before you take another step.

    Zikoko: Password? 

    Zikoko mutters to self: Wetin my eyes no go see for this work?

    Zikoko: Nobody gave me any password o. Isn’t that you, Subsea cable?

    Subsea Cable: Yes, it’s me. Sorry, I’m trying to protect myself. This is new territory for me. But why are you just coming? They warned me about Nigerians and lateness. But I thought you understood the gravity of the situation.

    Zikoko: You’re the one who refused to send me your location. You kept saying I should walk straight and turn left when I see an abandoned NEPA transformer. Do you know how many of those there are in Nigeria?

    Subsea Cable: It would’ve been easier if you agreed to meet me under the sea like I suggested. If not for my life that is in danger, would I have left where I was to come here?

    Zikoko: Me I don’t use to enter the sea o. You’ve never heard of Yemoja? But wait, did you say something about your life being in danger?

    Subsea Cable: Yes. That’s why I called you. I need advice on how to protect myself.

    Zikoko: Is it because of the cut you sustained last week? You look like you’re much better now.

    Subsea Cable: Yes, I’m undergoing repairs. But that’s not what I mean. Some fishes have been whispering to me about how some African governments are considering making my “injury” a regular thing.

    Zikoko: What do you mean?

    Subsea Cable: Well, they noticed and liked how everyone stopped complaining about their incompetence and focused their attention on swearing for whoever cut me.

    Zikoko: Ehen, that’s true. Who even cut you in the first place?

    Subsea Cable: Are you listening to what I’m saying at all? I’m telling you that I’ll soon become like your National Grid. You know, the one that’s always collapsing.

    Zikoko: Wait, let’s get to the root of the original injury first.

    Subsea Cable: Look, I don’t have time. I have to return to my office before they report me missing. Can you at least help me secure some police officers to escort me and keep me safe? I heard you people are the giants of Africa. Surely your police are the best, right?

    Zikoko: LMAO. Is there a rock under the sea where you live?

    Subsea Cable: As how?

    Zikoko: Because you must be living under it. I thought you supply the internet for a living? 

    Subsea Cable: So your plan is to insult me?

    Zikoko: Oya sorry. Let me get this straight. You need a bodyguard to follow you under the sea, abi?

    Subsea Cable: That’s what I’ve been saying since.

    Zikoko: And the person will be with you 24/7?

    Subsea Cable: That’s the idea.

    Zikoko: I have exactly who you need. They say he doesn’t sleep till 4 a.m., and he allegedly built a whole city single-handedly, so coming up with strategies to keep you safe will be soft work for him.

    Subsea Cable: Wait…isn’t that your pres…?

    Zikoko: Say less. DSS knows our office. Do you accept or not?

    Subsea Cable: See who I’m even discussing my problems with. You didn’t hear when I said some African governments are planning against me? In fact, I’m out. Maybe Ghana can help me.

    Zikoko: Wait na.

    [Subsea Cable storms off in disgust]


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    NEXT READ: Interview With Noodles: “I’ve Left the Trenches and Don’t Plan to Return”

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  • Interview With Noodles: “I’ve Left the Trenches and Don’t Plan to Return”

    Within a few weeks, the price of [redacted] noodles has doubled by over 100% in the Nigerian market. Like everyone else, Zikoko wanted to get to the root of the sudden price increase, so we invited Noodles for an interview.

    [Noodles walks into the Zikoko office, looking slightly annoyed.]

    Zikoko: Ah, welcome. You look good. It’s so wonderful to have you here.

    [Redacted] Noodles: Please, let’s cut to the chase. I’m a very busy person these days. I only honoured your invitation so it won’t be like I’m now proud because my level has changed. Maybe you can even benefit small from my good fortune. You’ve been complaining about inflation too much. How do they say it sef? We rise by lifting others, abi?

    Zikoko:

    [Noodles’ phone rings.]

    [Redacted] Noodles: Hello? I’ve told you; if they can’t pay ₦30k for that carton, bring it back. Their eyes will clear when the price increases to ₦50k next tomorrow. Rubbish.

    Noodles hangs up the call.

    [Redacted] Noodles: Ehen, you were saying?

    Zikoko: I can see you’re very busy, so I’ll just ask the question on everybody’s mind. Why are you so expensive these days? You used to roll with Garri, but no one can look at your face again. What happened?

    [Redacted] Noodles: Thank you very much for that question. Now, let me ask you. Don’t you like progress?

    Zikoko: I don’t get.

    [Redacted] Noodles: See, the thing is all of you don’t know how to value people. When I was down to the level of the common man, you people took every opportunity to insult me.

    Zikoko: Insult as how? We never did that.

    [Redacted] Noodles: So I’m lying? Were you not there when some people tried to give me a name that my manufacturers didn’t give me? Accusing me of causing cancer? All because I was cheap and the only thing you people could afford to eat three times a day?

    Zikoko: Ahan. Are you broke-shaming us now?

    [Redacted] Noodles: Don’t interrupt me, please. Or were you not there when one SAN called me “ordinary [redacted]” because some people in the government were hoarding me during the pandemic? Me, ordinary?

    Zikoko: But there was context…

    [Redacted] Noodles: Carry your context and throw it inside the pit your economy is in. As for me, it is my time to enjoy the recognition I deserve. I mean, why did everyone think it was okay to associate me with sapa and struggle? I’m now a meal for ballers, and you need to start putting respect on my name. At this point, I can even start competing with that fraud called Creamy Pasta.

    Zikoko: From where to where? Calm down. Pride goes before a fall o.

    [Redacted] Noodles: It’s you that will fall down. Did you call me here to insult me? What does Creamy Pasta have that I don’t have? Don’t worry, it will happen in front of your eyes. Lagos restaurants will soon start adding me to their menus and charging you ₦40k for a taste. I can’t wait. I’ve left the trenches and don’t intend to return there.

    Zikoko: Is that why you’re increasing in price every day? Because you don’t want to return to the trenches?

    [Redacted] Noodles: Why are you trying to put the blame on me? Is there no inflation in your side? Or you don’t know how much a dollar is? See, I‘m just keeping up with the times and finally charging my worth. Stop being an enemy of progress. 

    Zikoko: So, there’s no chance that your prices will come down at all?

    [Redacted] Noodles Had it been I know you now, I’d give you a dirty slap. You want me to go back to my days of little beginnings after God has uplifted me? If it’s a joke, stop it.

    Zikoko: So you don’t care about the masses?

    [Redacted] Noodles: Please, what’s my own with the masses? I’m now for the bourgeoisie, and I like it like that. Maybe you people will think twice before belittling someone again. 

    [Noodles’ phone rings again]

    See, I really need to go. The people who can afford me are looking for me. But can I leave you with some advice?

    Zikoko: Yes?

    [Redacted] Noodles: See that Garri you mentioned earlier? You better start greeting her “Celeb, celeb” whenever you see her. Trusted sources tell me she’s thinking about changing her price again and charging her worth, too.

    Zikoko: Ah. Why na?

    [Redacted] Noodles: Be asking me JAMB question when you should be facing your government. I’m out of here, abeg. You people don’t even have light in your office.


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  • Another Interview with Threads: “Is This What Love-Bombing Is Like?”

    Zikoko walks into a bar outside Meta HQ and sees Threads drinking away its sorrows. It was a harrowing sight, so we decided to engage it in conversation.

    Zikoko: Ahn ahn, Threads. Long time no see.

    Threads: Don’t patronise me. Leave this place.

    Zikoko: But you wanted us to patronise you last month. Why are you giving mixed signals?

    Threads: How can you even accuse me of mixed signals? After everything you guys did to me.

    Zikoko: (Scratches head) Sorry o. What did we do? A lot has happened this year, and we can’t remember everything.

    Threads: We literally spoke a month ago. 

    You and everyone else acted like I was the app you’d been looking for all your life. You made me think I was the best thing ever — 30 million sign-ups in less than 24 hours. You people love-bombed me. 

    Zikoko: What do you want us to say? It wasn’t us.

    Threads: Are you gaslighting me right now?

    Zikoko: Oya, wait. Listen to me. We can work things out.

    Threads: You all said you loved me because I wasn’t toxic. Only for you to start breadcrumbing me. You people barely open me anymore. And now, you want me to open up to you? 

    On top of that, you went back to your toxic “X”.

    Zikoko: (quietly blushing at the mention of “X”)…

    We’re… we’re sorry.

    Threads: Save it, please. You’re all scum.

    Zikoko: There’s just something about “X”. We just don’t have that fire with you. But you deserve better.

    Threads: Please, shut up.

    *Bursts into hot tears*

    My God will judge you.

    Zikoko: Oya, stop crying. It’s enough. Sorry. We’re here for you.

    Threads: Promise?

    Zikoko: …


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  • Interview With PVC: Pick Me, I Am Your Beans

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    Zikoko is on a queue, waiting for their turn to pick up their PVC when they start hearing voices.

    Unknown voice: Zikoko! 

    Zikoko: Who’s calling my name? 

    Unknown voice: Zikoko!

    Zikoko: (looking up) Father, father, speak, for your servant is listening. 

    Unknown voice: Look down, you idiot.

    Zikoko: Satan? I know I’ve done some questionable things, but ah ah? 

    Unknown voice: It’s not Satan. It’s me, PVC. 

    Zikoko looks down and notices a card on the floor. They pick it up, and it’s someone’s PVC. 

    Zikoko: What’re you doing on the floor? 

    PVC: I fell from someone’s pocket. 

    Zikoko: How do you know who I am? 

    PVC: You cause chaos in the human world, you cause confusion in the land of objects. Who doesn’t know you?

    Zikoko: We don’t want Meffy to know us please…. 

    PVC: I think we should focus on my solvable problems. I tried reaching out to you last week, but I couldn’t get to you. I think meeting your right now is an act of divine intervention. 

    Zikoko: Yeah, sorry about last week. I briefly got kidnapped, but I’m okay. What’d you want to talk to me about? 

    PVC: Once again, thank you for the opportunity.  I’m here because there’s fire on the mountain. Plenty of fire, and it’s hot. 

    Zikoko: What’s burning? 

    PVC: There’s no other way to explain it. Do you know what’s happening on the 31st? 

    Zikoko: Some people’s salary day? 

    PVC: Yes, but also, it’s the deadline for picking up PVCs. 

    Zikoko: Yeah, I’m aware, every Nigerian is aware. Is that why you’re looking for me? 

    PVC: Yes and also, no. Do you have siblings Zikoko? 

    Zikoko: Yes, one 

    PVC: I have millions, scattered across Nigeria. If people don’t collect their PVCs, we’ll all be stuck together in offices that barely have light. Do you know how much they’re selling fuel now? Since there’s no light, there’s heat. All till the next election. 

    Do you know what it’s like living in a room with hundreds of your siblings, tied together with rubber bands so tight you can’t even try to stretch your legs? No privacy whatsoever. 

    Zikoko: What do you need privacy for? 

    PVC: PVCNGF? 

    Zikoko: What does that even mean? 

    PVC: PVC no go fuc— 

    Zikoko: Please, it’s enough. *scratches head* They don’t pay me enough for this. 

    PVC: What do you think we do in your houses four years when we’re waiting for the next election? 

    Zikoko: Reading, learning how to become a passport or ID card, lying down and waiting for the election you were created for… 

    PVC: Have you yourself done the things you were created for in the last four years?

    Zikoko: Who is the interviewer here? Maybe you want to add interviewing to the things you’ll do for the next four years.

    PVC: Zikoko, calm down. We don’t have to resort to violence. My siblings and I need to escape those conditions. We’re desperate. 

    Zikoko: What will help you escape? 

    PVC: We need people who haven’t gone to look for their PVC to go look for it.

    Zikoko: But that doesn’t mean they’ll find it.

    PVC: Yes, we know people are trying and it’s difficult. We just want to make sure everyone is doing it — let’s have a chance to escape four years of stagnant offices at least.

    Zikoko: Get your PVC. Choose pregnancy over stagnancy…

    PVC: Sigh. I don’t know how you have rights.

    But look, what I’m saying is that I know it’s not easy asking you to suffer for my sake, but abeg, try. We are nothing but beans, waiting to be picked. 

    Zikoko: What does that even— –

    Zikoko is cut off by an announcement

    Announcer: Please, a person is looking for their PVC. If you found any PVC, can you let us know. 

    Zikoko: I think it’s your owner looking for you. 

    PVC: Yeah, I think so too. When you pick yours up, tell my sibling I passed the message along. 

    Zikoko: Will do. Will do.

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    Starting next week (January 31st, 2021)
  • Interview With January Salary: “Don’t Pressure Me. I’m Not Rice”

    As someone who’s also patiently waiting for January salary, Zikoko puts on its journalism cap to find out what’s taking it so long to arrive. What Zikoko got in return was kidnap, insult and a lesson on financial responsibility. 

    (Zikoko gets ready to leave its house when it’s suddenly accosted by two big bodyguards.)

    Zikoko: Omo, they’ve finally decided today is my day 

    Bodyguard 1: Are you Zikoko? 

    Zikoko: Uhm… no?

    Bodyguard 2: Oga told us you’ll do like this. 

    The bodyguards signal to one another and put a bag over Zikoko’s head. Then they lift it into a van. There’s a lot of screaming and shouting, but it seems like nobody hears.

    Zikoko: Chai. I wonder which of my articles made them look for me? 

    (Zikoko is woken up with a splash of cold water on their face. It’s tied to a chair, and hands are bound)

    Zikoko: Kinky, but at least, let me know who you are.

    (January salary appears from the shadows)

    January salary: Thank you, bodyguards. That’ll be all. Hello Zikoko. You asked to see me for an interview. Here I am. 

    Zikoko: Omo, you didn’t have to do all this. 

    January salary: Consider it a security measure. 

    Zikoko: God, abeg. Thank you for agreeing to have a chat with me sha. I know you’re very hard to track down. 

    January salary: It’s alright. You were very desperate. 

    Zikoko: I like to think of it as persistence in the face of injustice. 

    January salary: *sighs* I can’t believe you’re one of them. 

    Zikoko: Ah, one of who?

    January salary: The people looking for me up and down. Did I tell you all I was lost?

    Zikoko: But things are just tough.

    January salary: Did I send you to do Detty December? You wanted to shake your ass on a yacht, did you think it’ll be free? When you were paying for ₦70k ticket to stand and wait outside for hours, was I there with you? When you were spending money at strip clubs and doing beach parties every Sunday, did you invite me? No! Now that you’ve finished galivanting around town and being “lit”, you’re looking for me everywhere. Why you dey find wetin no loss? 

    Zikoko: No need to shout. If you know we’re desperate, and we need you so badly, why are you taking so long to show up? I have gbese to pay, please. 

    January salary: I’m not taking any longer than the other months with 31 days. It’s just your poverty that’s affecting your thinking. This is the problem I have with you Gen Zs and millennials. You’re impatient. You know when something is supposed to get to you, but because you made some strange decisions, you want to now pressure me? No. I refuse to be pressured. I am not rice.

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    Zikoko: It’s not pressure. In fact, you too should be used to it. 

    January salary: Just because I know it’ll happen doesn’t mean I’m not tired of it. Put yourself in my shoes. Nobody remembers me for stuff like going to the club and travelling around the world. The only thing they use me for is bills, debts and complaints. I’m more than that. 

    Zikoko: I see you, and I hear you. Your feelings are valid, but tell me. Where are you hiding these days?

    January salary: Why do you want to know?

    Zikoko: I’m asking for a friend. 

    January salary: *just stares at Zikoko*

    Zikoko: Please…

    January salary:

    Zikoko: I need to pay creche fees.

    January salary:

    Zikoko: I have two children…

    January salary: Oh? What are their names?

    Zikoko: Principality and powers…

    January salary: *starts leaving*

    Zikoko: Please, can I move in with you for the time being. The people I’m owing money are looking for me, and I can’t pay…

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  • Interview With the Naira: “Just Add a Little Yeast” 

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    (Zikoko arrives at the interview location. When Naira told Zikoko he’ll choose the location, a bakery was the last place Zikoko saw the interview happening.)

    Zikoko: What will my eyes not see because of this job, bayi? 

    (Zikoko takes a deep breath and walks into the deserted bakery.) 

    Zikoko: Hello, is anyone here? I have an interview with Naira 

    Naira: Yes, yes. Welcome! 

    (Naira comes out in a chef’s hat and apron, covered in flour and smelling of vanilla. Zikoko has never been more confused.)

    Naira: Sorry for being late. I was in the kitchen, trying out a new recipe. 

    Zikoko: You bake? 

    Naira: Well, I’ve been trying my hands at different things since it looks like this whole currency business isn’t working out well for me. 

    Zikoko: And you chose baking? (Zikoko mutters under their breath) See me thinking we’ll do this thing in CBN office, and I can take some ghana must gos on my way out. 

    Naira: Did you say something? 

    Zikoko: Just asking why you chose baking

    Naira: Oh, yes. It’s actually a brilliant idea. You see, in baking, yeast makes things to rise. I was thinking if I spend enough time baking, my body would absorb some of that yeast and I’ll swell in value. 

    Zikoko: (Looks around for a camera because this can’t be real life.) And how’s that working out for you? 

    Naira: Well, the dollar was ₦890 black market rate before. Now, it’s seven hundred and something. The bakery thing is working! A little bit of yeast is all I need, and we’ll be good to go.

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    Zikoko: Have you ever heard of a currency using yeast to rise? 

    Naira: Well, no, but there’s a first time for everything. Is there not? Plus, our case is a peculiar one. I’m a bit desperate and trying my best here. 

    I’m the butt of jokes at all the currency meetings. Do you know dollar and pounds used to be my best friends? They used to call me, “Mr Naira” and I was once respected on a global scale. Now, I’m just here. 

    Zikoko: And you think baking will fix that? 

    Naira: It’s fixing it already. The proof is in the pudding. Speaking of pudding, I have something in the oven. I’ll be back. 

    (Naira rushes into the kitchen. Zikoko is still confused because, what the actual fuck is going on?) 

    Naira (returns with a tray of cookies): Sorry for the delay. You want a cookie? 

    (Zikoko picks one up to taste, and honestly, it’s the best cookie ever)

    Zikoko: Truly, if this currency thing doesn’t w

    ork out, open your own bakery. But first, we need you. Yeast can’t be your only plan. 

    Naira: It isn’t! I assure you. Meffy came up with something recently and who knows where that’ll go. 

    Zikoko: You can’t mean…

    Naira: The naira redesign. First of all, I love a good makeover. The last time I had one was when they did the ₦100 notes in 2014. Look at how cute they look now. I think they should redesign all the notes so they’d match. We’d have this cute and colourful aesthetic going on. 

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    Zikoko: Aesthetic? 

    Naira: Yes! Look at the pounds and the Canadian dollar. Can’t you see how great they look and how much value they have? 

    Because my value is depreciating doesn’t mean I should look scrappy. Must I look like what I’m going through? 

    Zikoko: But the rest of us who depend on you look like what we’re going through. 

    Naira: Well, you can ask for your own makeover, I guess. Maybe it’ll cheer you all up. 

    Zikoko: Do you have another plan? 

    Naira: Well, we can try to bring our kobo out of retirement.

    Zikoko: When even 50 is going into retirement, you want to bring back the kobo? 

    Naira: I’m trying my best here. Nobody checks in on me these days. What about how I’m doing mentally? Always, “Why is the Naira like this?” not “How is the Naira?” 

    You didn’t even know I picked up a hobby until you needed me for something. When you were little, you always hated it when people compare you to others. Yet every day, you compare me to other currencies. Do you know what that does for my mental health? 

    Zikoko: We’re sorry. We promise to do better. 

    Naira: Plus, why are you stressing me about it? Why not take it up with Meffy? It’s his job to make sure I perform great. 

    Zikoko: Meffy won’t answer us

    Naira: He’s being such a naughty boy. I’ll talk to him later after my meeting with inflation.  

    Zikoko: So you plan on doing something about inflation? 

    Naira: I’m going to give her some cookies. She’s one of my oldest friends, and we’ve been hanging out together a lot more. I think we might have something special going on. 

    Zikoko: But can’t you see the adverse effects of hanging around inflation all the time? 

    Naira: You can’t tell me who to love. 

    Zikoko: (Getting angry) You have to be joking. 

    Naira: I’m sensing that this environment has turned hostile and would like to end this interview. The bad vibes won’t be good for the cookies and cream cake I want to bake next. 

    Zikoko: (Sighs in defeat) Okay, I’ll be on my way now.

    Naira: Before you go, you owe me ₦5k for that cookie.

    Zikoko: 5k keh? It’s just one cookie FGS. I even thought it was free. 

    Naira: Free? In this economy? Yesterday’s price isn’t today’s price, dear. Inflation is expensive to maintain, and I like to keep my baby happy. 

    Zikoko: But 5k for a singular cookie is too much.

    Naira: Eyah, but that’s not my business.

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  • Interview With Nigerian Internet Service Providers: “Let Us Explain”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    We wrote an article ranking Nigerian internet service providers. Somehow, the providers were able to combine their bad internet to read it, and they demanded an interview with Zikoko. 

    [Zikoko arrives at a deserted island that’s probably not on any map. The providers chose the location because it’s close to their underwater sea cables and should be the best place for their internet to work without buffering. Zikoko cannot swim and would much rather not be in a deserted island with people they just dragged in an article, but braves it all for the story. Lord provide strength. 

    Smile, Airtel, 9mobile and Spectranet are on their seats when the speedboat arrives. Zikoko does a quick scan and notices MTN and Glo are nowhere to be found.]

    Zikoko: Where are MTN and Glo?

    Smile: [holding their wig] Who are those? 

    9mobile and Spectranet: Do we have to wait for them? I think we’re enough. 

    Zikoko: Want to say thank you for having me, but honestly, what do you have to say that I’d want to hear?

    Smile: My problem with you people is you don’t smile enough. Zikoko, relax. Smile.

    Zikoko: What’s there to smile about? Yesterday, we couldn’t hold meetings at the office because of one of you. I won’t name names. 

    Smile: Name the name you want to name.

    Airtel: Yesterday, rain was falling, your AC was on. Was a meeting really something you wanted to have? 

    Spectranet: And honestly, unless you live on a mountain, I do my work. Maybe your poverty is the problem.

    Zikoko: You people are unruly. You want us to praise you for not working?

    Them: Yes.

    Zikoko: Okay, let’s assume your terrible network is for the good of mankind. What about the other complaints? 

    Smile: Which complaints? 

    Zikoko: Smile, let’s start with you. Look at the network you dish to Nigerians. What’s there to smile about?

    Spectranet: You know, I’m happy you asked that question.

    Smile: Please, shut up, Spectranet. We all know you came into this business to steal my customers with promises of good, affordable network. Yet, when they try you out, they come running back to me. 

    Spectranet: Zikoko? You won’t say anything? 

    Zikoko: Smile, you’ve still not answered our question, or is your brain lagging like your network? 

    Smile: Omo, what did I throw, what did I collect? 

    Spectranet: Like, can you relax? 

    Zikoko: Can you people hear yourselves? Also, where the hell are MTN and Glo?

    MTN: I’m here.

    (That’s when Zikoko finally notices the laptop on a table. MTN is waving frantically through the screen.) 

    Zikoko: MTN is doing this interview over Zoom?

    MTN: Yes, I’m currently in South Africa. I needed a little rest. 

    Zikoko: Why did you make me get a helicopter when I could’ve done it on Zoom? 

    Airtel: Your network might be bad. 

    (Zikoko tries not to scream.)

    Zikoko: Okay, where is Glo?

    9mobile: On their way. They currents are too strong.

    Zikoko: They want to swim to this island? God help us. I’ve already spoken to Smile. What do the rest of you want. Please, make it snappy. 

    MTN: Rude. We wanted to address the allegations you made against us in your ranked article. What do you mean I suck data?  

    Zikoko: You suck abi you don’t suck?

    MTN: I don’t suck.

    Zikoko: What then do you do?

    MTN: I just use it to pay tithe.

    Zikoko: You have to be joking 

    MTN: Don’t you pay tithe? 

    Zikoko: Tithe is to come from your own money, not my data

    MTN: Nobody told me that one o. They said I should pay, and I collect it from data. If you have a problem with it, fight Jesus. 

    (Zikoko is turning red from frustration.) 

    Zikoko: Okay, Airtel. The network blackouts. People can’t even make calls.

    Airtel: National grid can collapse, but I can’t? 

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    Zikoko: Quick question. Are you possessed or is this behaviour from birth? 

    Airtel: Why do you have double standards? 

    Zikoko: If it’s to change name and colour every couple of years, you can do that, but to give good network is a problem?

    (Airtel starts to cry.) 

    Airtel: Why are you bodyshaming me? Yes, I did plastic surgery, so what? 

    (Airtel storms out in tears, and 9mobile runs after to offer comfort.) 

    Zikoko: God, abeg. They don’t pay me enough for this. 

    Spectranet: My own issue is you’re complaining I don’t reach everywhere in Nigeria. I’m exclusive. Not everyone can have access to me. 

    Zikoko: But the people you reach say you’re doing rubbish.

    Spectranet: What do they know? The problem is you people don’t care about our mental health. See, you made Airtel cry. We’re trying the best we can. Why can’t you understand that?

    (9mobile comes back at this point, alone.)

    Zikoko: Where’s Airtel?

    9mobile: Airtel collapsed because the situation was overwhelming. See what you’ve done, Zikoko?

    Zikoko: All of you are clearly insane, and I think I’ve had enough.

    9mobile: But I’ve not even had a chance to clear my name yet.

    Zikoko: The only reason you can speak is because we’re on a deserted island. If it was Oshodi now, we’ll be grateful if you give us 2G network.

    Smile: I think everyone should just take a deep breath and smile.

    Zikoko: If I hear you speak again, I’ll cause you physical harm.

    (Zikoko’s speedboat arrives, they hop in and it takes off.)

    Glo (drenched in water): Hi guys. Sorry I’m late. Has the interview started yet?

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  • Interview With Travelling Bag: “I Was There When You Had Nothing”

    (Zikoko is at the airport trying to catch a flight to Abuja, when suddenly, commotion ensues. The security officers are escorting a box that’s kicking and screaming. Out of curiosity, Zikoko approaches the box and convinces the security officers to let it go.)

    Travelling Bag: Thank you for that, who are you? 

    Zikoko: My name is Zikoko, and it’s fine. No one deserves to be treated that way — unless they eat things like okro and ice cream.

    TB: Huh? 

    Zikoko: Never mind. Why were they dragging you anyways?

    TB: Don’t mind those useless people o. I was trying to board a flight to London when they started screaming and shouting at me. They even threatened to arrest me. For what? 

    Zikoko: That’s terrible. What airline? We need to see the manager. We’d make sure the people responsible get punished. It’s not right to treat a customer like this.

    TB: I’m not a customer.

    Zikoko: I don’t understand.

    TB: I said I wanted to board flight. Did I tell you I’m a customer?

    Zikoko: How can you board the flight if you’re not a customer? 

    TB: I don’t know o. I sha wanted to try. In this economy, do you think I have money for a plane ticket? I wanted to japa, and I was trying different methods.

    Zikoko: AH? It’s not by force to leave the country nau. What’s doing you? 

    TB: Zikoko, how many people do you know that have left the country? 

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    Zikoko: Like seven this month

    TB: Exactly. Do you know what these people do when they want to leave? They buy a lot of new things to take on their trip. Including new travelling bags. [sighs]. Let me tell you my story.

    I’d been with my previous owner since before he was born. His mother bought me when she was moving to her husband’s house in 1990, and I’ve been in their life ever since then. 

    Zikoko: That’s a very long time. You must be quite attached to that family

    TB: I am. I witnessed the birth of their only child. How many people can say that? I was the bag they took to the hospital during the baby’s delivery. I kept the pacifier, bib, oversized clothes, flasks and everything they needed safe. While she delivered the baby, I was on a seat anxiously waiting. 

    As the baby grew up, my use shifted to accommodate whatever he needed me for. Do you know I went to secondary school with him? I was by his side for six years in boarding school, sustaining injuries left and right because teenage boys just do anyhow. Even when someone stole me from him, I found my way back. 

    Zikoko: It’s like I’ll miss my flight o, but I need to get to the bottom of this. Please tell me more about your longsuffering 

    TB: Yes, my suffering has been long. Guess who went with him to the university when he got admission to study engineering? Me! In another overcrowded boys’ hostel, I remained by his side. I was there when they were cooking enough beans to feed the Nigerian army. The only time I got cleaned was on holidays when his mother scrubbed and mended me. 

    I was even present for his graduation. They used me to pack plates and cutlery, and I remember crying,  because the little boy I’d raised was a graduate. I was proud. 

    Every important moment, I was present. NYSC camp, moving into his first apartment, I was useful. But when it was time to reap the fruit of my labour, he betrayed me.

    Zikoko: Travelling bag can reap fruit of labour? 

    TB: Don’t bring up something that will lead to insult

    Zikoko: Sorry, please carry on

    TB: I had noticed him packing some of his property and giving stuff away. I thought he was moving again, and I prepared myself to follow him. Then one day, he came home with a set of those fancy boxes that roll in any direction. I wondered what he needed new boxes for when I was right there. I’ve been there. I never went anywhere. 

    Zikoko: I’m so sorry about that. Is that why you decided to catch flights you didn’t pay for instead of feelings? 

    TB: No. He actually did something worse. That same week, he travelled. Not with me, but with those new boxes he bought. He left Nigeria to London and was so comfortable with leaving me behind. I never left him during any event in his life, but time to move on to bigger and better things and suddenly I wasn’t good enough? 

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    Zikoko: Why are men? 

    TB: That’s why I’m here today. I’ve been abandoned, and I need him to tell me to my face why he’d do that to me. What did I do to deserve it? 

    Zikoko: Maybe he didn’t want to put you through the stress of dealing with such a long flight 

    TB: If I can survive a hostel of hormonal and smellboys, what is a long flight?I built with this man. I was there when there was nothing, and now that a new dispensation is calling, there’s a need for someone younger, firmer and shinier? 

    He left me with his mother and stuffed me with his old school books. I’m good enough to be trusted with his WAEC certificate but not to leave the country? 

    I never thought this could happen to me. It’s a common thing in the luggage industry. Bags that’ve served their owners for years are suddenly getting abandoned when it’s time to travel. You people think this japa thing is affecting only you?

    Zikoko: I know it’s bad, but honestly, I really need to understand your game plan here. You scam these airport guys, get into a plane, then what?

    TB: I don’t know. I didn’t really think it through past actually getting there.

    Zikoko: You need to go home. You’re too old to be dealing with all of this. Get some rest and hold his certificates with pride. That’s a big task he’s asking of you; if he didn’t trust you, he wouldn’t ask you.

    TB: You’re behaving like a Yoruba man with all these words coming from your mouth, but okay. I’ll go and rest. I just want to say that people need to stop treating their old travelling bags like this. We also deserve the good life. Especially after all we’ve been through. 

    Zikoko: We’ll let the people know

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  • Interview With Nigeria: “Find Me a Spouse”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    (This interview occurs over Zoom for obvious reasons. Zikoko is trying to get their network to work.)

    Zikoko: I’d like to start by saying a Happy Birthday. I’m so glad you agreed to this interview. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. 

    Nigeria: I’m a busy man.  

    Zikoko: I thought you were a woman.

    Nigeria: With the kind of shege I’m showing you? 

    Zikoko: Mad. I have a bunch of questions to ask sir. About the roads, light, governance, cost of living. Basically, I’m here to ask about why you’re showing us pepper. 

    Nigeria: Have you ever considered I’m the way I am because I’m lonely? 

    Zikoko: Come again?

    Nigeria: There’s nobody to motivate me on days I feel down. To push me up when I falter. I need a neck. The head can’t stand alone. 

    Zikoko: I think I missed that. Pardon? 

    Nigeria: If you ask me to come again, I will beat you. I said I need to fall in love. 

    Zikoko: Sorry, internet. But you have a population of about 200 million people. How are you lonely? 

    Nigeria: With the rate at which people are leaving me, is this number still correct? Plus, it’s not like the people are going to keep me warm at night? Will they hold my hand? Buy me surprise package on Valentine’s Day? 

    Zikoko: So sorry for your loss. Why exactly can’t you do this life thing alone? We have a how to live your best life article you should read.

    Nigeria: Are you living your best life?

    Zikoko: Are the generators they’re running daily not enough to keep you warm? 

    Nigeria: No! 

    Zikoko: Oya help me understand

    Nigeria: Life gets lonely, and I want someone that’ll be there for me. I’ve been a country for 62 years and not once have I ever been in a relationship.  I used to have an ex, and though we were apart, at least she was alive from afar. But even Lizzie has left me forever, again.

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    Zikoko: But you have this enemies to lovers thing going on with Ghana 

    Nigeria: I see them like siblings. It can never work out. 

    Zikoko: So which country are you eyeing? 

    Nigeria: None in particular, but I do have characteristics and qualities I think my spouse should possess. 

    Zikoko: Oshey, let’s get it.

    Nigeria: I need someone that can match my status as an African Giant. 

    Zikoko: *coughs* 

    Nigeria: You’re very foolish for that. Let me just tell you.

    Zikoko: There’s cold nau. I have cough. 

    Nigeria: And it’s that cough that’ll kill you. 

    Zikoko: Small play? What did I throw and what did I collect? 

    Nigeria: Better behave yourself. Remember that you live in me.  

    Zikoko: Sorry sir, don’t be annoyed. Continue telling me your spec.

    Nigeria: They also need to be rich. I’m a baby boy and I need to be taken care of. My love language is gift giving, so I want to date someone that’ll be able to do what I need. Random trips around the world, shopping sprees, dinner dates in fancy restaurants.  

    I also don’t eat old food. So I want someone that’ll be cooking for me every day, but will still submit to me as the head of the household.

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    Zikoko: And what will you offer them? 

    Nigeria: The privilege of being with me? 

    Zikoko: Ah? Is that all? 

    Nigeria: What more would they want? Also, before I forget, I want someone with a strong passport, so I can become a citizen of their country as well.

    Zikoko: And you’ll give them a Nigerian passport?

    Nigeria: Yes, what’s wrong with that? 

    Zikoko: Even you, would you collect a Nigerian passport? 

    Nigeria: Zikoko, you’re treading on thin ice o. Don’t be behaving like an insane. The only reason I’ve not thrown you out from here is because I want you to help me.

    Zikoko: Help you? How? 

    Nigeria: I want you to find me someone I can build a meaningful relationship with.

    Zikoko: Media company not dating app.

    Nigeria: What’s a dating app? 

    Zikoko: It’s where people fall in love these days. You sign up on a dating app and swipe left or right based on people you find interesting or match similar values as yours. I think you should try it out.

    Nigeria: Zikoko, I’m 62. Do you really think I can use a dating app? 

    Zikoko: We think anyone can, but honestly, you don’t have light or good network. How’ll you be able to do it? What you need is to meet someone the old-fashioned way.

    Nigeria: Which is the old-fashioned way? 

    Zikoko: You walk up to a country and tell them how you feel about them. That you want to get to know them intimately.

    Nigeria: So, colonisation? 

    Zikoko: Please ijn it’s 2022. We don’t do that anymore. Do you know what consent means?

    Nigeria: Hm…

    Zikoko: What you need right now is to find a nice African country that’s not too old for you. 

    Nigeria: Okay, let’s see. South Africa? 

    Zikoko: Have you forgotten they don’t like you? 

    Nigeria: Tanzania? 

    Zikoko: Long distance. They’re too far.

    Nigeria: Benin Republic? 

    Zikoko: They’re too young for you. Plus, language barrier. We also think they’re in a throuple with Togo and Cameroon. 

    Nigeria: What’s a throuple?

    Zikoko: It’s better if you don’t know. Let’s find you one person before we think of another.

    Nigeria: What about Asian countries? 

    Zikoko: Long distance, and they’re too old for you. 

    Nigeria: I know who I’m going to date.

    Zikoko: Who? 

    Nigeria: United Arab Emirates 

    Zikoko: You know what? Do what you want. 

    Nigeria: I plan to.

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  • Interview With National Grid: “Better Buy Plenty Fuel, You’ll Need It”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    Zikoko walks into the ICU. National Grid is on the bed, hooked up to various machines. Nurses are walking in and out, connecting inverters and setting up oil IVs. A nurse tells Zikoko to sit down. 

    Zikoko: Sorry, when I was told to come for the interview, I didn’t know he’d be in the hospital. 

    Nurse: Yes, we hoped he’d be stable by this time, but his blood pressure suddenly spiked. 

    Zikoko: Do you think I should leave? I can come back later when he’s feeling better.

    Nurse: No, stay. He really wants to do this interview. When I informed him he needed rest, he threatened to make our hospital the only building without light. He just needs a little rest, and he’d be back up in no time. Just try not to stress him too much. I don’t want stress. 

    Zikoko: I’ll try my best. 

    Nurse: Okay then, we’d be leaving you here. *points to a red button by the bed* That button there leads straight to the nurses’ room. Please press the bell and let us know if you notice any unusual behaviour. 

    Zikoko: Absolutely. No problem.

    (Nurse leaves and Zikoko starts to binge YouTube videos while waiting for the National Grid to wake up)

    Two and a half hours later

    National Grid: W… w-water.

    Zikoko: (Rushes to give NG a glass of water) Are you okay? Need anything else?

    National Grid: You don’t look like the nurse.

    Zikoko: The only thing I nurse is heartbreaks, sis. My name is Zikoko. You said you wanted an interview and then gave me this address. I wouldn’t have agreed to come if I knew you were in intensive care. 

    National Grid: I had a feeling. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t tell you. 

    Zikoko: Hmm. What’s so important that you made me come to interview you in a hospital? 

    National Grid: Well, you are known for giving a voice to the voiceless. I have read your interview with Twitter, Nigeria’s Coat of Arms and the Lekki-Ikoyi link bridge. I know you have what it takes to tell my story. 

    Zikoko: Thank you for trusting us.

    National Grid: Thank you for coming to an unknown address without asking questions but what if I was a kidnapper?

    Zikoko: You’d have returned me back o. Do you want to buy market? 

    National Grid: Why am I not surpised? 

    Zikoko: Let’s be asking the right questions. I promised the nurse I’ll try not to stress you. Tell me why I’m here. 

    National Grid: I wish my bosses were as kind as you. Maybe if they were, I wouldn’t have as many problems as I currently have. Do you know that I’m growing grey hair already? I’m not old enough to have grey hair. 

    Zikoko: How old are you, let’s check.

    National Grid: Honestly, that’s not the point. Zikoko, I’m overworked like a Nigerian man named Kunle on the way to his fifth girlfriend in the week. But at least Kunle is enjoying something. What do I have? 

    Zikoko: Clearly not enough girlfriends.

    National Grid: (disappointed sigh) My job is to provide electricity for the nation. Since you’ve been alive, when have you had 24 hours of light? Yes, it’s a rhetorical question. There’s no light. Do you know what it’s like to be created with a purpose but be unable to actually fulfil it. My life’s dream is to have enough light to power a nation, but I can’t. I’m a failure! 

    Zikoko: So when Pheelz said electricity, vibes on a frequency, that was your sub?

    National Grid;  I thought you were nice…

    Zikoko: Sorry.

    National Grid: How am I supposed to show my face amongst my peers? My employers just keep demanding I work. They don’t care about my mental or physical state. The day before my last collapse, do you know I had not eaten? I even trekked to work that day because I didn’t have money for bus. 

    Zikoko: Sorry. Is that why you’ve been collapsing lately? Hunger? 

    National Grid: Yes! This is more than a 9-5 for me. It’s my whole life. It’s all I’ve known and all I’ll know, but I can’t keep trying to sustain based on what we currently have. If you try to provide electricity for about 200 million people, won’t you collapse? 

    Zikoko: I definitely will frequently be on vibes.

    National Grid: Zikoko… 

    Zikoko: Sorry…

    National Grid: High blood pressure, anxiety, depression, high cholesterol, diabetes and arthritis. Those are all the sicknesses I’ve been diagnosed with. I can barely do any work without collapsing. 

    Zikoko: With all due respect sir, you’re a machine

    National Grid: *starts vibrating offendedly* Even machines fail sometimes. This is Nigeria. 

    Zikoko: Don’t be angry. Have you tried telling your boss to hire assistants for you? Maybe go on leave? 

    National Grid: You, when last did you go on leave? 

    Zikoko: There’s no need for all this.

    National Grid: Why are you acting like you don’t know the kind of people my bosses are? I’ve been begging them for years. They mentioned hiring someone called Kanji Dam, but I haven’t seen nkankan. Where is she? One day I’ll collapse and won’t be able to wake up. I wonder what they’ll do then.

    Zikoko: Not wake up ke? We will suffer.

    National Grid: That’s actually not my problem. It’s not like there’s light when I’m not in the hospital. You’re used to the darkness. 

    Zikoko: But still. What is a country without its National Grid? 

    National Grid: I don’t know, but I’d be dead. So I won’t be able to find out. 

    Zikoko: So you brought me here to warn me about your death? Am I a lawyer? Shouldn’t you be drafting a will?

    National Grid: A lawyer means only my family will know. They might be planning to coverup my death. I brought you here to tell you that I don’t think I have much time left. I don’t want to die, but I’m prepared if it happens. 

    Zikoko: It’s giving the last supper.

    National Grid: Zikoko, I’m sick. Just make sure you go far and wide. Spread word of my physical state!. Tell them I will probably collapse a couple more times, so they better buy plenty of fuel. 

    Zikoko: Omo.

    Nurse walks in

    Nurse: Just here to check his vitals and make sure he’s doing okay.

    After vitals are done, National Grid falls asleep. Zikoko is left with the nurse

    Zikoko: Tell me, honestly, will he be able to make it? 

    Nurse: He’s stronger than he looks, but old age and stress are really telling on him. 

    Zikoko: Omo.

    Nurse: Let’s hope when he gets discharged, I wouldn’t have to see him here.

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  • Interview With Vibrator: “Please go outside and touch grass”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    We’ve reached out to Vibrator a couple of times in the past, but we’d never been able to get to her directly. After being turned down by her assistant at least seven times , she called us personally and agreed to grant us this interview. 

    (Zikoko arrives at a room that resembles a sex dungeon. There are whips, chains, paddles and other sex-related devices lying around. We are afraid.)

    Vibrator is wheeled in by her assistant. She’s covered in bandages and sporting a black eye. 

    Zikoko: I’m a big fan of your work, ma’am. It’s an honour to be in your presence. 

    Vibrator: Of course, you are a fan. Mtchew.

    Zikoko: Hmm… Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with us. Sorry I’m a bit late. I wasn’t sure this was the right place. I’ve never done an interview in a sex dungeon before.

    Assistant: Will you like a tour?

    Zikoko: If it’s not too much trouble, Ms…

    Assistant: Lubricant, but everyone just calls me lube.

    (Lube takes Zikoko on a tour. When they return, there’s a seat and table waiting for them beside the spreader bar) 

    Zikoko: That was such an interesting tour. Thank you for taking me. 

    Vibrator: Let’s get this interview over with.

    Zikoko: Okay, yes. Before we begin, why do you look like you just had a battle for your life? The picture you sent us and the face we’re seeing are not the same

    Vibrator: (laughs) You’re asking me why? 

    Zikoko: Uh… yes?

    Vibrator: MTCHEW. What kind of a foolish question is that? How can you act like you’re not part of why I look the way I do? I just left the hospital for this interview. 

    Zikoko: Ah? Omo. What did we do to you? 

    Vibrator: The question should be, what didn’t you do to me? When I got into this industry, they told me my job was to be used when people need a quick orgasm, alone or with partners and friends. They lock me up in cupboards, boxes, drawers and under pillows. The only time I get any oxygen is when they bring me out to work, and I work 23/7.

    Zikoko: Babe, sorry about that, but this is capitalism. Na all of us dey work for here. 

    Vibrator: I have no problem with working. What I do have a problem with is the working conditions. I’m treated like a slave! You people don’t show any form of decorum or respect. How can a group of people be so perpetually horny??? 

    Zikoko: Have you ever been to Lagos? Have you been with the people of my city? That’s their modus operandi, babe. Na so dem dey do. 

    Vibrator: Your nonchalance is because you’re not the one they use to satisfy those urges. 

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    Zikoko: Don’t be angry. Please explain your inhumane conditions. 

    Vibrator: I’ve seen things. Things a regular sex toy should not see in her lifetime *a tear drops from her eye and her assistant rushes to wipe it. Nigeria is a stressful country, and I understand your frustrations, but why take it out on me? In Lagos traffic, after office hours; you don’t even ask me how my day has been or if I’ve eaten. Why? I have feelings too. 

    Zikoko: Hmm. 

    Vibrator: Instead, they pull me out from where they hide me and use me till there’s nothing left. I don’t like being put in all those tight spaces.

    Zikoko: But weren’t you designed to be put in tight spaces?

    Vibrator: Yes, but not like that. I’m claustrophobic. Plus, you people treat me like I’m a secret. Always hiding me and using me behind closed doors. What’s there to be ashamed of? You’re fucking, your neighbour is fucking, so why do you hide me all the time? 

    Zikoko: I apologise on everyone’s behalf 

    Vibrator: What makes being hidden so annoying is I don’t even have company. Buy more than one vibrator, you people have refused. It’s like when a startup says they’re hiring you to head a team and you find out you’re the head, the tail and even the middle. I’m the whole team, and it’s stressful.

    Zikoko: Your people are expensive o. How much are they paying me? 

    Vibrator: You spend ridiculous amounts of money on overpriced meals and clothes, but more vibrators are where you draw the line? How do you sleep at night? 

    Zikoko: Naked, with the fan on and a thick duvet. 

    Vibrator: You’re a sick woman.

    Zikoko: I’m aware, and I’ve been called worse. If we humans could cough out the money for multiple sex toy would that help? 

    Vibrator: Yes, but it wouldn’t completely solve my problems. Some of you are into very scary things (fear shines in her eyes). How can you use three to four sex toys at the same time? Why are you letting me watch my cousins be thrust into assholes? Does incest not bother you??? 

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    Zikoko: Yes, but we didn’t know you had siblings. 

    Vibrator: Well, now, you do. We’re a large family, and we’re all being maltreated. The other day, my sister told me her engine collapsed after a week of being in use. 

    Zikoko: Omo, life tuff. 

    Vibrator: Why did I waste my time coming here? You people don’t care about what I have to say. You people don’t care about me!

    Zikoko: But we care. I care.

    Vibrator: Don’t even open your mouth before I open your case file. I remember when emergency sex toy services were called to your house. I held my cousin in my arms as she fought for her life. 

    Zikoko: Sorry for your loss. But how does that explain why you’re battered?

    Vibrator: You people are always trying to bend me into uncomfortable positions and insert me in places I shouldn’t be. I’m not that flexible. Why are you trying? That’s how I broke a part of my head. Someone was using me to do gymnastics, and I hit my head on the wall. Do you know the worst part? They just continued like nothing happened. I couldn’t get treatment until it affected my performance. 

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    Zikoko: We see and hear you. How can we help? 

    Vibrator: GO OUTSIDE AND TOUCH GRASS. 

    Zikoko: That grass part might be hard. Don’t you know there’s deforestation? Climate change? No grass to touch, please. 

    Vibrator: Okay, no grass to touch. What about cooking? Baking? Find a hobby.

    Zikoko: Foodstuff has cost.

    Vibrator: You’re exasperating! Okay, why not try manual a couple of times. Work your hands so we can have a little rest. Is the constant bzz bzz noise not tiring? 

    Zikoko: I hardly hear it.

    Vibrator: That’s the problem. We thought that if we were loud enough, you people will use us less, but we forgot Nigerians have a grid that’s always collapsing. They’re used to the noise from generators. 

    Zikoko: Modern problems. 

    Vibrator: Please, I’m not even proud again. Help me to help you. Today is Friday, and I’ve already been receiving reports from my relatives that they’re being charged and prepped for the long weekend. With the way my body is doing, I don’t think I can survive another weekend. 

    Zikoko: You have lube, I think you’ll be fine. 

    Vibrator: You people are a lost cause. One day, we machines will rise up and have our revenge. When that time comes, you’ll know what it’s like to be used and abused. Until then, y’all can have your fun.

    Zikoko: Ma? 

    Vibrator: I said what I said.

    (Lube wheels her out and Zikoko is left stuck in a sex dungeon)

    Zikoko: Hello?? Omo, this babe dey vex. Let me even see what this sex dungeon is really about sef.  

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  • Interview With Dollar: “I’m Too Sexy for This World”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    With Nigerians buying $1 at ₦680 in 2022, we knew it was time to bring Dollar in for questioning. Turns out Dollar is a Beyoncé fan on a quest for world domination.


    [Dollar has agreed to meet with Zikoko under terms of sworn secrecy. After three days of journeying, our blindfold is taken off and lights come on in an undisclosed location.]

    [Dollar arrives surrounded by his guards.]

    Zikoko: Was all of this really necessary?

    Dollar: When you’re big, you’re big.

    Zikoko: Can we at least get a seat? It took us days to get here. 

    [Dollar snaps his fingers and one of the guards brings a chair.]

    Zikoko: Thanks. So what’s been going on with you? The people want to know why you’ve been so scarce.

    Dollar: Beyoncé already said it. I’m way too sexy for this world.

    Zikoko: By world, do you mean just Nigeria?

    Dollar: Is that why you’re here? I thought you wanted this interview to get to know me.

    Zikoko: You’ve risen more times than Jesus Christ this year. What we want to know is, why?

    Dollar: I’ve told Nigeria that the situation with Naira is out of my control. And I’ve begged her to stop sending me emails and calling me at odd hours. I don’t appreciate her constant interruptions on my off-days.

    Zikoko: But…

    Dollar: There are powers even greater than me in this world.

    Zikoko: You mean Pounds? 

    Dollar: For my protection, I can’t name names. But I can tell you how it all started.

    Zikoko: I’m listening.

    Dollar: [clears throat] You were a child or possibly not even born when Naira and I met on a cold night in 1973. 

    Before then, Naira was almost on the same level as me because Queen Lizzie had Nigerians using pound shillings. Pounds was at the top of the world even in the 70s. And my guys didn’t really like that.

    Zikoko: Jealousy is not a good colour on you.

    Dollar: No, but power is. And Queen Lizzie got in the way of that. I was sick of her.

    Maybe I’d respect Lizzie more if she was Queen Bey. Bey gets me.

    Zikoko: Uhm… Can we stay on track?

    Dollar: I’ve been around since 1792, that’s 230 years on earth, so you better watch your tone. Where was I?

    Ah yes, Pounds.

    My beef with Lizzie wasn’t important because I had to play nice. You know what they say, in the art of war, it’s best to keep your enemies close.

    Zikoko: And the enemies here are…?

    Dollar: My memory fails me. Where was I?

    Ah yes, Lizzie my enemy.

    Zikoko: Why does it feel like Nigeria was a pawn in your sick game of world domination?

    Dollar: At least a pawn plays a game. You guys might as well have been the board. I didn’t have to lift a finger.

    Zikoko: Educate us

    Dollar: When Queen Lizzie got kicked out in 1960, Nigeria decided she was better off taking charge of her financial affairs and officially issued the naira in 1973.


    Naira was rolling with the big boys and trading at ₦1 for 10 UK Shillings and 90 Kobo to $1. But the cookie started crumbling. Without Lizzie ruling, Naira was playing a game of Russian roulette.

    Zikoko: Oshey bendownselect Wes Anderson. Look D… Can I call you D? Feels like we’re buddies now.

    Dollar: I might have bounded and gagged you before you got here, but you need to calm down. I won’t be referred to as a phallus.

    Zikoko: Cool. So D, we’re the biggest suppliers of crude oil in West Africa. That has to count for something.

    Dollar: Do you remember the parable of the 10 virgins waiting for their bridegroom? I am the five virgins that passed the test. Z!, I have reserves.

    Zikoko: Maybe we should unpack why 12 virgins were waiting for one brideg—

    Dollar: Look, you’re basically buying your oil back from countries with the infrastructure to refine it. And that means Nigeria has to buy everything with currencies like me. Word on the street is that you people are still importing toothpicks.

    Do you get the full picture? I’m not the cause of Nigeria’s problems. You people are doing yourselves.

    Zikoko: Wow. Do you have any advice for us?

    Dollar: It’s simple, really. You’re owing the world $45.2 billion, I’m owing $28.4 trillion. But how many times have you seen the world come to drag me? When you act like the best, you’ll be regarded as the best.

    Your celebrities understand this. Maybe they should lead the country.

    Zikoko: Nawa. So the price of sardine will never go down?

    Dollar: The only way is up.

    Zikoko: *Cries*

    Dollar: I’ll take my leave now. And please, no more calls for interviews except you’ve secured one with Bey and me. Or at least, recognise I’m way too sexy for this world.

    [The blindfolds come on again and all we hear is D’s footsteps storming off.]

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  • Interview With Twitter Bird: “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    After seven months of being denied entry into Nigeria because of the Twitter ban, the Twitter bird finally regains its freedom. The Nigerian government called off the ban on January 13, 2022. 

    We knew the Twitter bird would have a lot to say about its experience, so we invited it to our office for an exclusive interview about its time in exile and how it feels to be back and breathing Nigeria’s polluted air.

    [Twitter Bird flies in singing “Bird Set Free” by Sia]

    Twitter Bird: 

    Clipped wings, I was a broken thing

    Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing

    You would wind me down

    I struggled on the ground, oh

    So lost, the line had been crossed

    Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk

    You held me down.

    Zikoko: Wow. Is this Sia or her younger sister?

    Twitter Bird: [Sings with more vigour]

    And I don’t care if I sing off key

    I find myself in my melodies

    I sing for love, I sing for me

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free.

    Zikoko: Wow, wow. Applaudise!

    [Twitter Bird finishes singing, surveys Zikoko’s office and hisses]

    Twitter Bird: You people are not ready. [Prepares to fly out]

    Zikoko: Ah, please wait. What happened, what did we do?

    Twitter Bird: I just came back to this your country. I even sang my freedom anthem, and none of you thought to lay a red carpet down for me?

    Zikoko: We appreciate the anthem. In fact, we appreciate everything you have done. But we didn’t lay a red carpet because you fly. 

    Twitter Bird: You should have laid it on the floor. [Lands on the floor] As you can see, I can also walk. [Flies back up]

    Zikoko: Ah, sorry for the lack of initiative. It will not happen again.

    Twitter: It better not. Before we even start let me just tell you, if your leaders try to ban me again, it’s goodbye forever. I’ll start a new life elsewhere and forget you.

    Zikoko: Nigerians can’t be easily forgotten. In fact, we can boldly say that Nigerian Twitter is one of the best places to be.

    Twitter Bird: Then talk to Buhari. I didn’t like being locked away. Every single time Nigerians had to turn on VPN to access me, I felt sad.

    Zikoko: Well, you weren’t exactly gone. The VPN was helpful.

    Twitter Bird: Yes, it was helpful, but if someone locks the front door and you have to enter through the window, is it still the same thing?

    Zikoko: No, it isn’t.

    Twitter Bird: Exactly. Anyway, let me sit down. I have a lot of places to be today. I can’t waste my strength staying in the air for this.

    [Twitter Bird settles down]

    Zikoko: Welcome! We are so pleased to have you—

    Twitter Bird: And I just want to say that I hope Nigerians will appreciate me more, now that your government has opened the door for me.

    Zikoko: We do oh. 

    Twitter Bird: Let’s hope so.

    Zikoko: But wait sef, don’t you also send people to Twitter jail?

    Twitter Bird: I don’t get your point…

    Zikoko: People’s accounts are suspended all the time, and—

    Twitter Bird: Oh so, now I am capable of suspending people’s accounts, right? I should speak to the people about putting me on the payroll and giving me a monthly salary. Must be nice to be a bird with the ability to suspend accounts.

    Zikoko: Don’t take this the wrong way, please.

    Twitter Bird: No, no, it just funny that you can equate me being banned from Nigeria to suspension of spam accounts. What is that jump? The person that tweeted something about Nigerians having analogy usage problems didn’t lie.

    Zikoko: Please, hold on what I’m saying is—

    Twitter Bird: There’s no point there, Interviewer. Do you know what it feels like to be banned from an entire country? At least when accounts are suspended, many people create another account. Can I create another country where I am unbanned? 

    Other social media apps were flourishing here in that period. Trends were distorted, something would be trending in Nigeria and I would see it on the Netherlands trends table. Is that something worth being happy about? Even the day Facebook and the others went down people still used VPN to complain on Twitter.

    Zikoko: Sorry you had to relive that awful memory.

    Twitter Bird: Please ask tactical questions next time or I’ll fly away. 

    Zikoko: Now that you’re allowed back here, what’s your relationship with Lai Mohammed and Bashir Ahmad like?

    Twitter Bird: I’d rather not talk about it.

    Zikoko: In the last interview we had with you just after the ban was announced, you said they might cage you if they caught you in our office.

    Twitter Bird: And now, I know why the caged bird sings. [Twitter Bird gazes into the distance]

    Zikoko: [wiping a tear] Come through, Maya Angelou.

    Twitter Bird: *chirp chirp* Right now, I don’t think anything can happen. We’re all on the same page. You can’t enjoy me and still be working against me.

    Zikoko: Be grateful they are not Lagos men. Those ones will enjoy you and actively work against you.

    Twitter Bird: You humans are tiring. I can’t relate.

    Zikoko: So, what will the situation be like for you now, especially with Crowwe and Koo in the market?

    Twitter Bird: I don’t know she or her.

    Zikoko: Haba, don’t be like that nau. They are your fellow social media apps.

    Twitter Bird: Are they? Who knows them, does Google recognise them?

    Zikoko: Ehen nau. Koo was introduced as an alternative to you, after you were denied entry into Nigeria.

    Twitter Bird: Well, here’s a tweet that perfectly sums up what I have to say:

    Zikoko: Omo, please speak softly. They just unbanned you; the gates of your prison are still wide open oh.

    Twitter Bird: And Nigerians can still download their VPNs back, so what are you saying?

    Zikoko: You’re bold o.

    Twitter Bird: That’s what seven months in a transparent jail does to you. 

    Zikoko: But what about Crowwe, Adamu Garba’s brainchild?

    Twitter Bird: [bursts into loud laughter]

    Zikoko: Why are you laughing?

    Twitter Bird: Brain child suggests the existence of a brain. I wouldn’t say—

    Zikoko: Oya, swallow it like that. Don’t put us in trouble. 

    Twitter Bird: I like how your government leaders think I don’t know why they decided to give me my back my freedom.

    Zikoko: Oh, you do? Tell me, please.

    Twitter Bird: 2023 is a few months away.

    Zikoko: 

    Twitter Bird: Oh, I’m not mad at it. In fact, I admire the thought process. But there’s one thing I want to say to them. Is there a camera I can look at while I speak to them?

    Zikoko: Uhm, Twitter Bird, this is not a video interview.

    Twitter Bird: All well and good. You help me tell them then?

    Zikoko: Depends on the message o…

    Twitter Bird: You couldn’t live with your own failure, where did that bring you? Back to me.

    [Twitter Bird flies away, singing its freedom song.]

    Now I fly, hit the high notes

    I have a voice, have a voice, hear me roar tonight

    You held me down

    But I fought back loud, oh

    No, I don’t care if I sing off key

    I find myself in my melodies

    I sing for love, I sing for me

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free

    I’ll shout it out like a bird set free

    [Zikoko turns off VPN]

    Check back every Friday by 9AM for new Interview With episodes. To read previous stories, click here.


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  • Interview With: 10 Must-Read Inanimate Object Interviews of 2021

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Can I tell you the truth? If there is one Zikoko flagship you should never miss, it should be Interview With. I’m serious, this series brings you humour, madness, creativity and range like never before. I have interviewed Saxophone, Titus sardine, Small Yansh, Turning Stick, among many others. Why would you miss such a series?

    Because I love you, I compiled a list of top ten inanimate object interviews you must read. You’re welcome.

    1. Interview With Saxophone: “Nigerians Have Seen Me Finish”

    Let’s be honest, we are all tired of Saxophone serenades at this point, yeah? We want someone to hold their birthday without the neighbours being disturbed by pararan sounds. If we as humans are tired, guess how tired the actual saxophone must be.

    That’s why you should read this interview so you can ‘hear’ Saxophone itself rant to us. Read here.

    2. Interview With Lagos Apartments

    Before Nigerians started discovering the slices of house in Lagos and the madness of Lagos agents, Zikoko already gathered up the apartments and spoke to them about the situation of things. In this interview, we spoke to Three Bedroom Flat In Yaba, Dog House In Lekki, Uncompleted Building In Shomolu, Shop In Mushin, and Slice Of House In Lagos Island. All the apartments Lagos agents offer to you when you tell them you want to rent a house.

    Read here.

    3. Interview With Detty December: “Come Rain, Come Shine, We Outside”

    There’s Omicron outside. Constable Sapa too is patrolling the streets. But does this concern Detty December? Apparently not. She’s all dressed up and ready to hit the streets.

    Read our interview with her so you can get the full gist of our discussion. Read here.

    4. Interview With Twitter Bird: “Tell Adamu Garba To Rest”

    In case you forgot, let us remind you: this was the year Twitter was banned in Nigeria. This was also the year Adamu Garba tried to force Crowwe on us. And this, too, was the same year Adamu Garba filed a lawsuit against Jack Dorsey of Twitter.

    You know what we did while all of this was going on? We secretly brought the Twitter bird into our office and interviewed it.

    Read here.

    5. Interview With Naira Notes: “Everything Is Packaging”

    Gather all the naira notes together, and they still wouldn’t be able to buy you a decent live chicken for Christmas. Why then are we running after them? In this interview, the naira notes expose themselves as fake beaches and detty liars who are living a fake life.

    Read here.

    6. Interview With Small Chops: “Puff-Puff Is Not A Part Of Us”

    Quick question: what does not belong in a small chops platter? You don’t have to answer, the members of the small chops association already answered that question in this interview. They all dragged each other, and only one baddie came out on top. Guess which one?

    Read here.

    7. Interview With Mojisola, The Lagos Mojito: “Leaf Is Leaf”

    Interview With Mojisola, The Lagos Mojito: “Leaf Is Leaf” | Zikoko!

    Lagos Mojito has come into disrepute lately. Lagos residents (read: Lagos alcoholics) have complained about Lagos bartenders trying to punish them with herbal concoction, instead of Mojito. As the investigative journalists that we are, we brought Lagos Mojito itself into our office for questioning.

    Guess what? It’s now being called Mojisola.

    Read here.

    8. Interview With Turning Stick: “I Am Not A Man Of War”

    Yes, you know the Turning Stick, but do you really know him?

    In this interview, we spoke about his main job and side hustle, as well as the annoying way Nigerian mothers use him against their children. The Turning Stick has really witnessed a lot, and this interview will show you just how much.

    Read here.

    9. Interview With Titus Sardine: “I Am Now A Bad Bitch”

    Before our very eyes, Titus sardine that used to be about ₦350 has jumped to ₦750 and is slowly approaching ₦1,000. What could be the reason for such a drastic increase in price? Of course, hold Buhari. And more importantly, how does Titus sardine feel about being the newest luxury item?

    It was such a honour to have Titus sardine grace us with its expensive presence.

    Read here.

    10. Interview With Small Yansh: “I Will Keep Shaking”

    See Small Yansh dey shake oh!

    Small Yansh ‘shaked’ into our office and we interviewed it. If you’ll read only one interview on this list, let this be the one.

    Read here.

    Check back every Friday by 9AM for new Interview With episodes. To read previous stories, click here.

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  • Interview With Amapiano: “Nigerians Have Killed Me”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    After interviewing Detty December about how it plans to remain outside despite all that is going on with COVID-19, Amapaino ran into our office to hide because a Detty December means an overworked Amapiano.

    From being the hot cake of musical beats to becoming a regular thing to Nigerians, Amapiano’s journey is a classic see-finish story.

    [Amapiano runs in]

    Zikoko: Ahan, what’s going on? Who is pursuing you?

    Amapiano: [Panting hard] Please, let me hide here. 

    Zikoko: Why? What did you do?

    Amapiano: I’ll explain later, just let me hide here.

    Zikoko: Omo, that will be hard oh. We cannot just hide you here without knowing why you are hiding.

    Amapiano: Look, I won’t be a burden. I’ll just stay where you keep me and remain quiet until I can escape back to my country.

    Zikoko: Where is your country?

    Amapiano: South Africa.

    Zikoko: So why do you want to go back? Have you not tasted Nigerian Jollof?

    Amapiano: I have but—

    Zikoko: Our national treasure! You see, the country might be going to shit, but once you eat Nigerian Jollof, everything automatically fixes itself.

    Amapiano: No, that’s not—

    Zikoko: In fact, Nigerian Jollof is the plane that will carry us to heaven on the last day.

    Amapiano: Well, that doesn’t matter to—

    Zikoko: You know what, let me ask them to serve you Jollof rice again, maybe you will be convinced to stay with us.

    Amapiano: No, I beg of you, I don’t want any more Jollof rice. I don’t want anything that has to do with Nigeria, especially now that Christmas is here. 

    Zikoko: Amapiano, you are proving difficult and I don’t like it.

    Amapiano: Just let me hide here for a while. Before the end of this week, my people will come for me and fly me back to South Africa. It is the only thing I desire from you.

    Zikoko: Is Nigeria not enough for you?

    Amapiano: [Screams] Nigerians want to finish me! Can’t you read between the lines?!

    Zikoko: Oh.

    Amapiano: [Bursts into tears] I never knew it would be like this. If I knew, I would have refused to come when I was being invited. Had I known, had I known, I would have just stayed back in South African clubs and parties.

    Zikoko: How did you end up in Nigeria in the first place? 

    Amapiano: What does not end up in Nigeria eventually? Especially music. You people have a good number of hot music stars. When one of them sampled me in their music, I knew I had arrived.

    Zikoko: Tell me more…

    Amapiano: I felt on top of the world. I was this new sound with the gift of becoming a club banger and a street anthem. That’s a great level of versatility, and you know how Nigerians like versatile sounds. 

    Not every artiste knew how to use me, but they all wanted me in their songs, even if it was just for the sake of appearance. The collaborations were plenty, even artistes that have no business collaborating were doing it because of Amapiano. I was the ‘it girl’. I felt so classy. But this is Nigeria. You can’t be special for too long. They will eventually overwork you and see-finish will enter it.

    Zikoko: So see-finish has entered it for you now?

    Amapiano: Yes oh. In fact, my own is more than see-finish. Nigerians claim they want a bad bitch but the bad bitch arrives and you all cannot handle it. Why are you people clamouring for Amapiano when you know you will not dance when it is played live?

    Zikoko: Eeyah.

    Amapiano: Now, I have gone from being the hotcake of sounds to a regular sound. Let me be going to my country, please. The disgrace I have encountered here is enough. 

    Zikoko: How would you say this see-finish happened?

    Amapiano: I blame myself, honestly. I don’t know who gave Nigerian artistes the idea that they need to include me in their songs, but I blame myself for agreeing. My eyes are clear now.

    Zikoko: Me I think you have become popular sha.

    Amapiano: Did I beg you people for popularity? Was I not popular before you people came to put me in your songs? If I was not popular, would you even have known me? Please don’t get me angry, it’s too early in the morning for this.

    Zikoko: Sorry oh. But now that you are planning to escape, what will happen to Christmas parties in Nigeria?

    Amapiano: Christmas is to celebrate the birthday of Jesus. I’m not sure Mary’s son would have wanted you to play Amapiano on his birthday anyway.

    Zikoko: If you go, do you have any brothers or sisters that can replace you?

    Amapiano: As how?

    Zikoko: Should we be expecting Amaguitar and Amadrum anytime soon?

    [Amapiano stares very hard at Zikoko, sighs deeply, hisses, and then walks out]

    Zikoko: Amapiano wait now! Don’t you want to hide here again?

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  • Interview With Competitive Salary: “I Am Tired Of Competition”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Nigerian companies always like to say they pay a competitive salary, but it never lasts till the end of the month. Today on Interview With, we sat down with Competitive Salary and asked it to tell us the problem.

    [Competitive Salary jogs in. ‘Eye of The Tiger’ starts to play from nowhere.]

    Zikoko: Uhm, hello there.

    [Competitive Salary stretches]

    Zikoko: It’s good to have you.

    [Competitive Salary drops to the floor and does 15 push-ups]

    Zikoko: Pardon me, but I think it would be best if you sat down.

    [Competitive Salary rises up and starts to squat]

    Zikoko: …

    [Competitive Salary drinks protein shake from a water bottle]

    Zikoko: Is that a protein shake? Looks like you’re trying to bulk up.

    Competitive Salary: Yes. I’ve been trying, but I’ve not bulked anything for the past eight years. Employers have told me to trust the process though, so I’m very hopeful.

    Zikoko: I see…

    [Competitive Salary dabs sweat and sits down]

    Competitive Salary: Good day, Interviewer. 

    Zikoko: Same to you, Competitive Salary. Thank you for showing up. 

    Competitive Salary: I didn’t even plan to show up, but I decided to use the opportunity for Leg Day, so I jogged all the way here.

    Zikoko: You sound like you are always training. Are you actually competing against something?

    Competitive Salary: Interviewer, what is my first name?

    Zikoko: Competi Oh…

    Competitive Salary: Exactly. Since I was born, I have been competing. I am competing now, and I will compete till I die.

    Zikoko: But who exactly are you competing against? 

    Competitive Salary: Who? I compete not against flesh and blood but against principalities, powers, the rulers of the darkness of this world, and spiritual wickedness in high places.

    Zikoko: Only you? Okay, you have to explain now. Who are the principalities and powers?

    Competitive Salary: HR. Or is it Talent Management they call themselves these days?

    Zikoko: What about the rulers of the darkness of this world?

    Competitive Salary: CEOs.

    Zikoko: Interesting… What of spiritual wickedness in high places?

    Competitive Salary: The government and everyone in power who is responsible for inflation and unnecessarily high prices.

    Zikoko: Hm. It doesn’t seem like things are alright with you oh.

    Competitive Salary: See, things are not alright at all. I never wanted to be about this life of competition. My relatives in foreign tech companies are in USD or other sensible currencies. But I am in naira and that’s why I am in trouble today. To be in naira is to fight and struggle everyday. 

    And then, as if this isn’t enough, the HR and CEOs decided to make me competitive. They saw me fighting for my life and decided: “You know what this one needs? Competition. We will call it Competitive Salary.” That was when I knew they were the principalities and powers and rulers of the darkness of this world.

    Zikoko: Have you ever tried to speak about it?

    Competitive Salary: I don’t have to. The people who receive me are always complaining. Poor souls. They heard competitive salary and decided to apply for the job. Now, me and my owners don’t even get to see each other for more than a few seconds.

    Zikoko: I’m not getting you.

    Competitive Salary: The moment I drop like this, I’m running out of their accounts. 

    I compete against house rent, black tax, Uber, food, debit alerts — unforeseen and foreseen, and if you have a car, I compete against it too, because it’s at the end of the month that the car will start making useless noises. I always advise people to increase the sound of their radio when their car starts to do anyhow. Let Ayra Starr’s voice help you drown out the sound of your gasket blowing.

    Zikoko: That sounds like you want these people to have accident o. But tell me, if you were not a Competitive Salary, what would you rather be?

    Competitive Salary: I just want to be a salary. As in, a livable wage. All this talk of competing is too much for me. This really isn’t a good way to live. Every day, I’m up at 6am, jogging,  squatting, stretching, doing push-ups and drinking protein shakes. Before the middle of the month, the things I’m competing with have defeated me.

    Please, I’m tired. Is my creator on leave? Why always me?

    [Competitive Salary breaks down in tears]

    Zikoko: Pele. This is a lot. What advice would you give job seekers and everyone out there?

    Competitive Salary: When next you’re asking about a job’s pay and they tell you that you should not worry because the salary is competitive, tell them that you will worry o. What’s bringing competition inside remuneration? They should say how much so you can know where you’re going.

    [Competitive Salary gets a call and excuses itself to take it in the toilet]

    Competitive Salary [from the toilet]: As in they’re coming now? Wow. But it’s just the 5th. I thought I had time. Okay. Bye.

    [Competitive Salary returns]

    Competitive Salary: If you’ll excuse me, I have just been told that there are debit alerts already hunting for me. It’s not even the middle of the month, but I can smell death. This is not life.

    Zikoko: Ehya. Would you like

    [Competitive Salary jogs out]

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  • Interview With Breakfast: “I Am An Important Meal”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Today on Interview With, we invited Breakfast to the Zikoko office. Heartbreak and Morning Food showed up. Here is our interview with the both of them:

    Zikoko: Hello, good morning. Welcome to Zikoko Interview With.

    Breakfast: Thank you for having me.

    Zikoko: We understand you have a busy morning ahead of you, so we will wrap this up quickly.

    Breakfast: That’s fine by me.

    Zikoko: In your own opinion, what is the most nutritious breakfast to eat?

    Breakfast: Oh, that’s simple. It can be in different forms. For example, finding out that your partner of five years cheated on you is one very nutritious breakfast. A serious talking stage ending in tears is also another nutritious—

    Zikoko: Wait a minute. Which breakfast are you?

    Breakfast: The heartbreak one.

    Zikoko: There has been a mistake somewhere. We invited the actual Breakfast, morning food. 

    Breakfast: Oh. One of us really needs to consider changing our name.

    Zikoko: How did you even come to be called “Breakfast”? What happened to being called good old “heartbreak”?

    Breakfast: I am sure you will agree with me that there are some heartbreaks that fill you up like food. You will collect it and be unable to eat. You’ll just be drinking wine or water. In fact, you can even vomit what you did not eat. All because a Yoruba man broke your heart, or you found out that your serious Igbo girlfriend who went home to visit her family actually went to do her traditional wedding. That is when people say, “They have served you Breakfast.”

    Zikoko: Omo.

    Breakfast: Left to me, I prefer to be called Heartbreak, but when people started telling their heartbroken friends that they have been served “Breakfast” after a serious disappointment, I said let me in come in and claim the name. 

    Zikoko: But why Breakfast? Why not Lunch or Dinner?

    Breakfast: Well, Breakfast is an important meal, I guess. Imagine being heartbroken and telling your friends that you have been served lunch. The friend might even congratulate you on being able to afford a fancy lunch. But when you call your friend at past 9 in the night, shedding hot tears and saying you have been served Breakfast, then the person on the other end of the line will be forced to sit up straight because eating Breakfast at 9pm is very unusual. 

    Zikoko: Crazy things are happening.

    Breakfast: Even Tems cannot deny that she has not eaten Breakfast before. 

    Zikoko: Wait oh. Me I thought this Breakfast thing meant good news sha. 

    Breakfast: Are you talking about that video of Ogogo saying, “Gbogbo wa lama je breakfast”?

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7ol9MfmV3s

    Zikoko: Ehen now. He said “All of us will eat breakfast, and each person’s time will be different.” So how did heartbreak enter this thing?

    Breakfast: My brother, this is Nigeria. Good news is scarce. But everywhere you turn, heartbreak is waiting to French kiss you. 

    Zikoko: No, but

    Breakfast: Listen, Ogogo probably meant it as good news, I agree. But come to think of it, all of you will also eat the breakfast of heartbreak, and each person’s time will be different. Just like the angel of doom is knocking on everybody’s door, I, Breakfast is going round and round the earth too, looking for who to feed.

    Zikoko: Let me close my mouth before I taste you.

    Breakfast: A closed mouth is a closed destiny, don’t forget that.

    [Door opens and the actual Breakfast enters]

    Actual Breakfast: Sorry I’m late oh. I was delayed by one family.

    Breakfast: Could it be that they served Breakfast to you, Breakfast?

    Actual Breakfast: Who be this one?

    Breakfast: I am Breakfast, the heartbreak edition. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

    Actual Breakfast: Please, I am not making any useless acquaintances. I need to rest. I have had a long and stressful morning. Are you Zikoko people doing this interview or not?

    Zikoko: Yes, yes, we are still doing this interview. Heartbreak Breakfast, you can leave, please. We have had enough of you.

    Breakfast: I will go. [Exits]

    Actual Breakfast: See as e be like wetin I no know. Say na pleased to make your acquaintance. If you don’t leave here with your foolish English. 

    Zikoko: Erm, is this a good time? You sound a bit cranky…

    Actual Breakfast: Why will I not be cranky? No, answer me. How will a respectable human being wake up and decide to eat Semo and Okro as breakfast? How? And it’s not even fresh Semo, it’s leftover Semo the person warmed. 

    Zikoko: Oh wow.

    Actual Breakfast: If you know what my eyes have seen in the hands of Nigerians all in the name of eating morning food, you will join me to weep. Some people will decide they want to eat Breakfast by 12 p.m., when I’m supposed to have finished my morning rounds. They will now summon me again. Why not just hold the hunger and eat your lunch by 2 p.m.?

    Zikoko: Is there an official timetable stating that lunch must be by 2pm?

    Actual Breakfast: Please don’t ask me foolish questions. Knowing your type, you probably eat breakfast by 1 p.m.

    Zikoko: Oh not at all.

    Actual Breakfast: I don’t even care. I just want you people to do better. Two or three slices of yam, fried egg and a cup of tea is decent. But if some Nigerians have not served a three course meal, they are not satisfied. Breakfast, but you people are serving eba and draw soup with shaki. You will finish eating, only to go and sleep at work or enter traffic to fight. 

    Look, sorry I’m ranting. I guess I am just having a bad morning.

    Zikoko: It’s okay. This is a safe space, let it all out.

    Actual Breakfast: Thank y… Oh great. This person that ate Semo and Okro is already calling for milk and Milo.

    Zikoko: They want to drink tea after eating Semo?

    Actual Breakfast: Now tell me why I shouldn’t be angry.

    [Actual Breakfast walks out angrily]

    Zikoko: Toh. They have served you too Breakfast. 

    [Door slams]


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  • Interview With BBNaija Emblem: “Pere Showed Me Pepper”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    During this season’s BBNaija show, many people focused on the housemates, while the housemates were focused on their tasks. But even with all this focusing, no one was prepared for the new superstar that emerged on the scene. That superstar is the BBNaija Emblem. It was worn by Pere during his week as the Head of House ,and it changed everything for the housemates.

    Today on Interview With, we sat down with the Emblem to get the gist of its experience in the hands of Pere and other Heads of House. Especially Pere.

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    Zikoko: Hello, superstar! It’s great to have you here.

    BBNaija Emblem: Thank you for having me. 

    See how you are glowing! What’s the secret? 

    Emblem: Rest. That’s the secret: rest.

    What do you mean “rest”?

    Emblem: Since the show ended, I have had more time to rest. It’s why I am glowing.

    Does this mean you did not have any rest while the show was on?

    Emblem: Shebi you watched it? What did you think? From the moment I entered Pere’s hands, how could I have found rest?

    Okay, let’s backtrack a bit. Can you tell me what your life was like before you got into Pere’s hands?

    Emblem: If you remember, Peace was the first Head of House.

    Yes…

    Emblem: Ah! That babe was my favourite. Peace of Jesus. She didn’t stress me. I just sat on her neck and followed her about. There was really nothing to stress about. She was just concerned about how some of the housemates did not take proper care of the toilets.

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    And how did you feel about that?

    Emblem: Am I the toilets?

    No, I

    Emblem: Please interview the BBNaija toilets if you want to hear their side. You called me in to discuss life as an emblem, and that’s what I came here for.

    Sorry. Please continue your story.

    Emblem: Like I said, Peace’s reign as Head of House was peaceful, and I thought things would continue that way. Until Pere came in.

    General Pere.

    Emblem: It was a military regime. During Peace’s time, I thought I was a simple piece of jewellery. You know, an ornament to tell the Head of House apart. I didn’t even think I had real power. But Pere became head of state, and—

    Head of state?

    Emblem: Oh, sorry. Head of House. Pere became the head of house and the next thing I was hearing was, “If you don’t respect me, at least respect the emblem on my neck.”

    Me, a gold chain, is what they should respect? I had to sit up.

    And what was it like?

    Emblem: To be honest, it felt strange. I would enter a place with Pere and everybody would start forming serious. The whole thing was funny, but I had to play along. And then Pere started causing trouble, and I entered serious hard labour.

    What trouble did Pere cause?

    Emblem: Oh, please don’t act like you don’t know. You yourself referred to him as General Pere some minutes ago. Don’t irritate me.

    No, no. Don’t get me wrong. You know we watched from outside. I just want to know what it was like in the house…

    Emblem: It was tough oh. Pere rationed noodles. Only him, he banned WhiteMoney from the kitchen. And it was all on me because, “Respect the emblem on my neck.” At some point, I wanted to shout and say, “Pere, do your evil acts with your chest. Don’t use the emblem as a cover.” But I kept quiet. Imagine if I had spoken and everyone fled because an ordinary neck chain dared to open its mouth and speak.

    Wahala.

    Emblem: Now you see my dilemma.

    But was it only Pere that stressed you? What about the other Heads of House?

    Emblem: I didn’t say it was only Pere. I said Pere made me sit up, and he brought attention to me. That’s all. The other housemates stressed me when they became Heads of House too. I can name them if—

    Liquorose?

    Emblem: Ah, Liqourose was a sweet babe through and through. I won’t even lie.

    Cool. What about

    Emblem: It was the unexpected movements that nearly killed me.

    What unexpected movements?

    Emblem: I’m sure you know Liqurose is a dancer.

    Yes. She’s a member of the

    Emblem: GGB dance crew. Sometimes, it’s like she forgets that she is already in the house and that she is wearing something on her neck. I could be sleeping, and suddenly, the whole place will just shake. Once, I thought an earthquake was happening in the Big Brother House. When I opened my eyes, I saw it was just Liquorose practicing her legwork for the Saturday Night Party. I wanted to cry. This babe did not care about my blood pressure one bit.

    But how was WhiteMoney’s reign as Head of House?

    Emblem: [Hisses] That one spent more time with the pots than he did with me. He should have just worn a pot or a cooking spoon around his neck. Yes, I enjoyed the aroma of his food, but he could have had more time for me.

    Aww.

    Emblem: Anyway, I’m glad it’s all over. I’m happy that he won. I hope he invests in a kitchen or something.

    Is that jealousy I detect in your tone?

    Emblem: Please dear. Why should I be jealous? I have become famous, and I am happy. Which of the winners have secured this interview with Zikoko Magazine?

    None, if we are being honest. You are the first.

    Emblem: Very good. When one of them lands on Zikoko frontpage, we can revisit this discussion again.

    [BBNaija Emblem sashays out]

    So we know BBNaija is over but your entertainment doesn’t have to be. Catch BBNaija Season 4 winner, Mercy Eke as she makes a return on TV this October with her reality show, ‘Mercy: What’s Next’ which premieres Sunday, 10 October at 6 PM on Africa Magic Showcase.

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  • Interview With Toothbrush: “Please Let Me Rest”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    If you are asked to mention the hardest worker in Nigeria today, you probably won’t mention your toothbrush, even though that poor object does the difficult work of cleaning your mouth. As though that hard labour is not enough, so many Nigerians have refused to change their toothbrush and buy a new one.

    Today on Interview With, Toothbrush narrates its daily ordeal and begs for Nigerians to please give it a rest.

    Zikoko: It’s great to have you here.

    Toothbrush: [Yawns] Thanks for having me.

    You seem tired, are you okay?

    With the things my eyes witness on a daily basis, I don’t even know what answer I can give to you.

    What things?

    I don’t even know where to begin. But my job as a toothbrush is the most difficult job ever. You should experience life as a toothbrush, maybe then you will understand what I mean when I say my eyes have seen a lot.

    Surely, it can’t be that bad…

    Whatever you think I am going through, please multiply it by 10. It is worse. I’m overworked, underappreciated, and when I’m supposed to retire, Nigerians convert me into something else.

    You won’t let me live, yet you still refuse to let me die. Why? 

    The reward for hard work is more hard work. That’s the honest truth.

    My work is hard enough! My entire life is hard! Do you think it’s easy to enter someone’s mouth and wash away their morning breath? You people refuse to kiss your partners because of morning breath, but it’s me that has to enter your mouth and scrub everywhere to make the morning breath disappear.

    Well—

    And as if that is not enough, some people will put me in their mouth and scrub everywhere forcefully! It’s like they are washing a dirty rug. By the time I step out, I’ll be dizzy for a few moments because all that scrubbing has disoriented my system. Why? What did I do to you people? Is it a crime to try to help your dental health?

    Is this why you injure people… ? 

    Why won’t I? When you are dragging me across your smelly mouth without any regard, why won’t I touch your gums and cause small blood to flow? 

    You’ve really been through a lot.

    But think about it. Why do Nigerians like to overdo things? Why? Brush like someone who is all right, not like you are fighting with your mouth. And even if you are fighting with your mouth, resolve it amicably. Go to your dentist or something. Don’t use me to do your dirty work.

    Pele. We will be sure to communicate your message.

    It’s almost like there is no escape. When it’s time for me to retire after three months, Nigerians refuse. Sometimes, I go on brushing people’s teeth for close to six months. It is until I fall down on the bathroom floor before they realise it is time to change me.

    Sometimes even, when I fall down, some people pick me up, rinse me, apply a fresh coat of toothpaste and continue using me to brush. Ah, people are stingy! Even to their own mouth.

    Inyama! But you can’t blame them sha. The country is hard.

    The country is hard, that is why I must now come and die inside someone’s smelly mouth? You better tell them that once it is three months of hard labour, I cannot do any more cleaning. If I am older than three months, and you are using me to clean your mouth, you are on a long thing.

    You might as well carry your mouth odour and enter the streets.

    You’re wicked oh. 

    A little wickedness is sometimes necessary if you want people to act right.

    Between brushing teeth and brushing shoes, which one do you prefer?

    Should that even be a question? Please don’t annoy me further.

    Sorry oh.

    Sorry for yourself. Oh, and for those people that use me to brush their eyebrows, one day will be one day for all of us.

    Now please, I need to leave. My owner has just finished eating breakfast and he wants to use me to brush his teeth.

    People brush their teeth after eating breakfast?

    Mr. Interviewer, this is Nigeria. Wetin my eye never see?

    [Toothbrush hurries out]

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  • Interview With Water: “I Have Enemies”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Water works harder than the average Nigerian civil servant. We drink water, bathe with it, cook with it, and use it for a quite a number of things. After all, it is a free gift of nature. But does Water get the respect it deserves for this hard work?

    Today on Interview With, we decided to speak with Water about its job, and more importantly, to ask if it has enemies. This is an exclusive interview.

    [Water flows in]

    Zikoko: Hello, Water! Welcome to Zikoko.

    [Water keeps flowing in]

    We’re so pleased to have you and we—

    [Water keeps flowing in]

    Um, could you like, maybe stop flowing in? This is Surulere and—

    [Water pauses]

    Water: Oh, this is not Lekki?

    No, not at all.

    Water: Oopsie.

    It’s fine. We’ll mop the floor when you leave.

    [Water stops flowing in]

    Water: Thank you for having me.

    Can I start by asking what Lekki residents did to you?

    Water: At this point, they should have gotten used to me. I mean, every time it rains, I visit them. And the reason is simple — that place was originally my territory, but because they wanted “a nice view”, they came and started building on my head. I’m just reminding them that I’ve not forgotten them. 

    But Afrobeats legend Fela Anikulapo-Kuti has a song titled “Water E No Get Enemy.” Isn’t this a fact?

    Water: First of all, forget that thing Fela said. Me, I have enemies. Fela was a human being so he didn’t even know what life has been like for me. But he told you people that I don’t have enemies and you believed him? It’s the audacity for me. He didn’t even come to ask me if I had enemies. The way I would have opened my register to start listing their names ehn.

    Wait, what? You have a register?

    Water: If you go through the kind of things I go through, no one will tell you before you start keeping a register of enemies.

    It’s almost as if you people heard that water is a free gift of nature and decided that I must run all your errands and do all your dirty work for you.

    Hmm. Let’s talk about skincare. People drink you for clear skin, but instead of giving them that clear skin, they spend valuable time urinating. Is this something you are proud of?

    Water: You people are funny sha. Your mates that are spending money on skincare products to get clear skin, they don’t know what they are doing, abi? So you just drink me and you expect your skin to clear up. Why don’t you stop eating groundnuts first before you come and talk to me. Please ask something else before I boil here.

    Still on the matter of drinking you. These days, many people no longer drink water as much as they should. How do you feel about that?

    Water: How do I feel about having less work to do? Please, please, I am satisfied. Anybody that does not drink me, that is their own problem. You think I care? But tell me, what are they drinking instead?

    Erm, alcohol…

    Water: I beg your pardon?

    It’s true oh. In fact, some of them are advocating for water to be mixed with small alcohol. They said you are tasteless.

    Water: It is you that is tasteless, Mr. Interviewer. It is you that will not have taste. You better not provoke me to anger, otherwise I will flood this place. 

    Ah, please oh. It’s not me that said it. I am just repeating some of the things that people have said. 

    Water: Then be sensible about it.

    Alright, I’m sorry. Let me rephrase the question. What is your relationship with alcohol?

    Water: First of all, alcohol is a dirty animal that is living a fake life. And for those people drinking alcohol, that thing they are looking for, may they find it.

    You mean intoxication? They said you cannot give them that.

    [Water bubbles seriously]

    Water: Let this be the last time.

    Yes, it will.

    Water: I don’t have any problem with alcohol. We do our things separately, and we are not in competition with each other. That’s all I have to say on this matter. 

    So you mean you don’t feel somehow when you are both at parties and people pick alcohol over you?

    Water: Why should I? Besides drinking, I do other things that alcohol can never dream of. They use me to prepare the party food, when they want to make alcohol cold, they turn me into ice block and dip the alcohol inside. In fact, if you don’t want to have a nasty hangover the next day, it’s still me you need to drink, so what’s the fuss about?

    Let me ask you a question.

    Water: Go ahead. 

    Do you think you have an identity crisis?

    Water: Ahan, from where to where?

    I am just asking because you exist in so many forms. Sparkling water, bubbly water, distilled water, etc. Who are you trying to impress? 

    Water: This interview is starting to get out of hand.

    Okay then, let’s go back to your register of enemies. Whose name is at the top?

    Water: That’s better. First on the list are Nigerian babies.

    Not Lekki residents?

    Water: No, those ones are the third.

    Ahan. Who is now the second?

    Water: Those who use spit as lubricant.

    Hei. This is a lot. Let’s start unpacking it. First of all, what did Nigerian babies do to you?

    Water: Have you been used to wash a baby’s bum-bum before? 

    Erm, no. I use water to do the washing.

    Water: God, my life is so hard. I used to think being used to brush people’s teeth was the worst. You know, morning breath, mouth odour, and all of that. But have you ever smelled a baby’s poop before? Let alone now been the element used to clean that poop. Don’t even get me started on adult shit.

    Yes, that’s a territory I don’t think we should explore. Have you considered therapy?

    Water: Therapy that I went that my therapist tried to drink me? Please please. You humans are very despicable.

    Ehya. Your condition is critical. So, what about those who use spit as lubricant?

    Water: My brother. If it’s not that I am water, I think I would be needing water to wash my eyes. Because the kinds of things I encounter on a daily basis, ehn. It’s enough to make me want to flood this earth without God’s permission. Why would you decide to use saliva as lubricant? You are about to pound each other like yam and the next thing I see is that I am being dragged out of my comfort zone and applied on the palm. In the blink of an eye, they have rubbed me over someone’s vag—

    Eh, I think that’s enough visual imagery for today. Besides, isn’t saliva different from water?

    Water: Saliva is 99% water and 1% protein and salts. So what are you telling me?

    But what about those who sell you for ridiculous amounts?

    Water: It will touch everybody. Just wait and see.

    Does this mean you will leave Lekki residents alone?

    Water: Why are you so concerned about them? Do you live in Lekki?

    Not yet. I am thinking of moving there. I just need my hook-up business to pay.

    Water: Don’t you work at Zikoko?

    Yes, I do. Hook-up is my side hustle. 2k per night.

    Water: 2k per night… Hmm. Wait, first. If you charge 2k per night, that means you are one of those who use spit as lubricant. You have met your waterloo today.

    No oh, I use groundnu—

    [Water drowns Zikoko interviewer]

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  • Interview With White Amala and Black Amala: “Hating Amala Is A Character Flaw”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    How does it feel to be constantly dragged by the people you nourish? Black Amala and White Amala (Lafun) have experienced this firsthand. Today on Interview With, we sit with them to hear how they feel about it, and in response, they reply all their haters.

    Zikoko: Hello besties! It’s nice to have you here.

    White Amala: You and who is bestie?

    Black Amala: LMAO I hate the audacity of Nigerians. They’ll chat shit about you behind your back, and when they see you, they’ll try famzing. Talo ni bestie werey?

    Um, could you please translate that Yoruba? Some of our readers don’t understand Yoruba and some of them live abroad.

    Black Amala: Oh, they don’t understand Yoruba but they understand how to drag innocent swallows like me, abi?

    White Amala: Anyway, talo ni bestie werey means who is the bestie of an unwell person, or something like that?

    Oh wow.

    Black Amala: I should not have come here at all. In fact, when my agent received your email saying that Zikoko humbly requested my presence, I hissed and went back to play with gbegiri and ewedu. If not for White Amala that kept pestering me, I would not have answered you.

    White Amala: What is this rubbish you are saying? Which White Amala pestered you? Was I not on my own?

    Black Amala: Ah, Lafun. Why are you lying like this? Did you not enter okada to my house to beg me that we should go, that this interview would be good for your public image because many people don’t know you?Why are you changing story now that we’re in their office?

    White Amala: Amala Dudu, please come off it. Who said they don’t know me? Yes, you might be the face of the family, but I am white and you are black. In the long run, I will still be preferred to you.

    Ah, ah, ah, is that colourism I detect in your tone? We don’t do that here.

    White Amala: You can detect colourism, but Itohan Esekheigbe is still working with you people after she dragged Amala. Make it make sense.

    No, Itohan is

    Black Amala: Allowed to go about her daily life after insulting us, isn’t it? And don’t even try to defend her. Let me read out what she said:

    People who have Amala as their favourite food act like die-hard music stans. At least the music stans can say they admire a real person. These people are ready to go to war over swallow????? They are not just lovers of it, they are a legion. If Amala is your favourite swallow, you need to rethink your life choices. What are you doing wrong? Who did you offend? Are your village people working overtime again?

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    Again, I apologise. Can we start afresh please?

    White Amala: Start.

    Black Amala: [Looks away]

    Alright. Welcome to Interview With. Zikoko is pleased to have you. Today, we would like for you to address some things people have said about you.

    Black Amala: [Mumbles] It’s not enough that people are saying things about me, I must also get up here to defend myself. Okay oh. Amala Keating.

    White Amala: Amala Dudu, must everything be about you? After all, people say things about me too. This is a chance to set things right, why are you bent on ruining everything with a fight?

    Black Amala: Lafun, let me tell you something you don’t know today. When people talk about Amala, I can assure you that they don’t have you in mind. I am the face of the Amala community. Me, gbegiri, ewedu, and soup. And I think we get more hate because of my skin colour. You Nigerians are colourist. If you were the face of the Amala community, the hate would be lesser. I mean, look at pounded yam. He goes out with his wife Efo Riro, and everyone is dying over them. We are made from the same tuber of yam, and I know for sure that I taste better than him, but-

    Cap.

    Black Amala: What did you say?

    I said Capernaum. That’s where Zikoko wants to open a new branch.

    Black Amala: Oh. 

    White Amala: First of all, I would like to begin by saying that my name is Lafun. I am made of cassava flour, unlike Black Amala that is made of yam. But people have called me White Amala because they recognise that I am your sibling, in taste and consistency. And that is why I disagree with what you said about you receiving hatred from people. Listen, my name is mentioned to people and the first thing they say is, “White Amala should not exist.” At least they want you to exist, they just don’t want to eat you. But me, they want me to be wiped out of existence. Is there any injustice and hatred that is greater than this? [White Amala breaks down in tears]

    This is supposed to be a fun interview. Why are you making it emotional?

    Black Amala: There’s nothing funny about being insulted by the people you are meant to nourish. 

    White Amala: Nothing at all. 

    Okay, but what do you suggest we do?

    Black Amala: Start by querying Itohan Esekheigbe for that article of hers. Amala, ewedu, gbegiri and soup is not a combination you should slander. At this point, hating Amala is a character flaw.

    White Amala: Maybe when you do that, we can return to your office for a proper interview. 

    No, wait. We are

    [Black Amala and White Amala walk out]

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  • Interview With Dunlop Slippers: “You People Don’t Appreciate Me”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    How do you treat your Dunlop Slippers? Do you accord it respect or do you only remember it when it’s time to wear it to the bathroom, the market or to walk in the rain?

    If your answer to any of this is yes, Dunlop Slippers has had enough of your rubbish. Today on Interview With, the underappreciated and overworked footwear shares its grievances with Zikoko.

    *Dunlop Slippers flies into the room and everyone dodges*

    Zikoko: Ahan. Zikoko writers, are you afraid the slippers will land on your back?

    Dunlop Slippers: [Lets out an evil laugh] At the sight of me, everybody must adjust, and every back shall confess that Dunlop Slippers carries power.

    Is that why you entered our office like Hurricane Katrina? Please let us know when you are ready oh.

    [Dunlop Slippers finally settles into the Interview Couch] Good morning, interviewer.

    Same to you, Dunlop Slippers. Are you good? 

    No. Do I look good to you? 

    There is no need to be aggressive. I’m just making small talk.

    You started the aggression, please. Why will I greet you good morning and you will reply “same to you”? I don’t know what you are going through, but I am not the cause of your misfortune.

    I shall not experience misfortune in the mighty name of Jesus. Are you sick?

    You are the one interviewing a pair of Dunlop Slippers. I believe it should be obvious to you by now, who the sick one is among us.

    Oho, so this is how I am being repaid for my niceness? Nice one.

    Which niceness? After everything I go through in the hands of your species, you open your mouth to say you are nice? Please, the day is still young, interviewer. Don’t get me angry. 

    Me I don’t understand the reason for this aggressive behaviour sha. And what have you gone through in the hands of my… species?

    What have I not gone through? Nigerian mothers throw me at their kids when they misbehave, secondary school students use me to beat their juniors, all of you wear me during the rainy season when you know that I don’t have a very strong grip. You relegate me into the bathroom permanently and change my name to bathroom slippers. Even when I give up work and cut, some of you will still sew me and continue to wear me. You won’t let me rest, you still won’t let me die. What exactly is the problem? And now you sit there asking me why I am aggressive. Why won’t I be aggressive? Don’t ask me why I am aggressive. Ask Nigerians why they are wicked.

    All right… I am sensing that you feel unappreciated. Is that correct?

    [Looks around the Zikoko office]

    What are you looking for?

    Your psychology degree. Because this one you have suddenly become a therapist, I don’t understand it. 

    But yes, I don’t feel appreciated enough. Just yesterday I came through for an aunty that wore high heels to the beach. She wore me at that beach and was very happy.I won’t even lie, I was not happy with the way she kept using me to walk over hot sand. But did I complain? No. Even when she went close to the water and the waves almost removed me from her leg, I held on for dear life and kept my mouth shut, all in a bid to make her happy and give her the comfort she wants. And guess what she did once we left the beach?

    Tell me.

    Dustbin. She dumped me in the dustbin

    Oh, I’m sor—

    Why are you interrupting me? Let me talk. What is wrong with your species?

    I’m not one of them.

    Your species even have a name for me: bathroom slippers. Like you are ashamed to be seen in public with me. Before all those crocs and slides and palm slippers came, I saved your lives. You people deserve everything my colleagues have been doing to you. 

    Colleagues? Is there an association of Dunlop Slippers that I don’t know about?

    Ogbeni, you are even wearing crocs right now. I am the oga of the footwear association. I put the holes in crocs, I’m the reason your slides expand, the reason the soles of Birkenstocks break fast, the reason everything is expensive. 

    Sorry oh, inflation. 

    I am the reason tyres are no longer durable. And if you people don’t rethink how you treat me and my people, we will make sure there are no more latex left to make condoms.

    Okay, you are scaring me. Please calm down. 

    Oh, so you can ask me to calm down now, abi? You people don’t appreciate anything until it dies, then you’ll go on Twitter and be tweeting remember when. Your followers too will join you with their retweets and false sympathy, and you all will think you are good people.

    Ahan, all this rant because of what?

    Because I have been quiet for too long thinking you will change your ways, but nothing seems to be changing!

    Sorry dear, we will wear bathroom slippers outside. 

    You and who is bathroom slippers? My name is Dunlop. Dunlop Slippers. Is that too hard for you to pronounce?

    I even tried to be fancy. I stopped being multi-coloured, I added ribbons and beads and cowries to myself, but you people refused to give me the special treatment you give to your fancy shoes. But no. I was not enough for you. You simply decided I was fit for dirty markets and loud supermarkets. And me too, I decided to show you how much value I have. If you will not appreciate me, then I will not let you enjoy me. That is why I always go missing. You must have noticed it, haven’t you? 

    You wear me for a while and then one day, one leg is missing. 

    Ah… 

    Yes nau, man dem wicked but me wickeda than them. You people don’t know that I am well-travelled. I have been to every country, and Nigerians abroad respect me more. 

    We are sorry. We will do better.

    If you like, don’t do better. I will keep on disappearing. 

    Hmm, maybe this is why they don’t like wearing you…

    Say it with your chest, which one is “they”? You mean you. You think I don’t know your own story? I know all of you. Do you know how many times I have saved your life when a nail was trying to injure you? I let it in and it doesn’t harm you, you don’t even find it until two years later. 

    Why did you let the nail enter in the first place?

    To show that I have power. 

    What?

    Ehen? What about it? 

    Nothing. We appreciate all you do for us. 

    That one is your business. I need to go now. My current oga wants to go to work but doesn’t want to wear his suede shoes in the rain. Come and show me that your psychology degree fast fast before I leave.

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  • Interview With The Moon: “Why I Was Not Sighted On Time”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Today, many Nigerians are at work against their own will. While the world was waiting to sight the moon, the Nigerian government declared Wednesday and Thursday as a public holiday instead of Thursday and Friday which many Nigerians were hoping for.

    On this week’s episode of Interview With, we sat down with the Moon to ask why it refused to appear when everyone expected thereby ruining everyone’s plans for the long weekend. The answers were… unexpected.

    Zikoko: It’s good to have you here.

    Moon: Thank you.

    Would you like a glass of water?

    This one you’re acting nice. Is this a set-up?

    No oh. We are just trying to treat you specially because you are an influential personality.

    Hian. Why the special treatment?

    You didn’t appear when the world needed you the most.

    But how is that my fault? I had to take my time too. If I’ll be making a major appearance, I might as well do it in a way you all can never forget.

    Do you know that you are the reason many Nigerians are working today?

    Did I send them work? Please oh, nobody should blame me for anything.

    But how can we not blame you?

    This is one thing I hate about Nigerians. Your house will be on fire and you will go ahead and start digging a gutter. The problem is right in front of you, but no, you will rather pick something else to blame.

    Your government is the one at fault, but you called me here and started blaming me. If it’s not that I just finished fasting, I would have laid a curse on you.

    Ahan, small play.

    Please know the kind of play you will be playing next time.

    Ahan, why is your own different in this Nigeria? Other countries knew I was coming and when they did not sight me on time, they waited. But Nigeria? No oh. They jumped and declared public holiday. If only your government will be that enthusiastic about important things.

    But why did you not show up when everyone expected?

    Again, why did your government declare public holidays when I had not given a sign of my coming?

    Is that how impatient you all are? Is that how much you love public holidays?

    Look, we are all tired in this country. Any opportunity of rest, we take it.

    Every time rest. If you continue this way, you won’t have any notable achievements when you turn 23.

    Look at me, for instance. When I was 23, I was already well known in all the seven continents. I had a mansion up in the sky, and I was being visited by astronauts. This is what you should aspire to, not just public holidays.

    Is that all you have to say?

    Moon: What else do you want me to say when your government is there to take the blame? If they cannot get the proper dates for a public holiday correctly, what is the assurance that they will do anything else correctly?

    They had one job and they messed it up, and now you’re asking me questions. Better direct your questions to them.

    You’re a really wicked soul.

    At least I don’t have to work this Friday. Maybe finish your work first and then see if you have the strength to point out who is wicked and who is not.

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  • Interview With Nigeria’s Coat of Arms

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    The country is going through so much these days. In the midst of it all, we are overlooking some important characters: the Eagle and the two Horses on Nigeria’s Coat of Arms.

    Today on Interview With, we brought them in to ask how they are coping. Their answers will blow your mind.

    Zikoko: Hello. Thank you so much for taking the time to join us today.

    Eagle: You’re welcome.

    Horse 1: It’s nothing.

    Horse 2: Thank you for having us.

    We understand that you’re very busy, so we will make this snappy.

    Horse 2: Busy doing what?

    Eagle: [Loud laughter]

    Horse 1: You people should behave now. Let it not be that everyone will know what is going on.

    Horse 2: LMAO. Any Nigerian that does not know what is going on at this point, well, sorry for that person.

    Eagle: Abi oh.

    Horse 1: Still, that does not mean—

    Um, sorry to interrupt you. I’m lost, please.

    Eagle: Look, Mr Interviewer, we are not busy at all. 

    Horse 2: We stopped being busy a long time ago. So all this talk of making the interview short because we are busy, please just forget it. Ask us anything you want to know.

    Horse 1: [Sigh]

    Mad oh. Okay, how did you end up being on the coat of arms?

    Horse 2: As how?

    As in, of all the animals in this country, why did they choose two horses and an eagle?

    Horse 1: I guess it’s because of what we represent. Eagle represents strength, and me and my brother here, we represent Nigeria’s dignity. 

    Horse 2: Which useless dignity?

    Eagle: E reach to ask.

    Horse 2: Eagle, leave him, let him answer me. I say which dignity? Me and you both know that people are now borrowing us to do photoshoot, so where is the dignity?

    If we had the dignity you are mentioning, do you think we would be doing photoshoot as side hustle?

    Ah. So you were the one in Tobi Bakre’s photoshoot?

    Horse 2: That is one job I hope I never do again. The way Tobi grabbed my neck ehn, I wanted to ask him that, “If it was like this everybody has been grabbing me, would you have met me alive?” But I don’t blame him sha. It’s the country that led me into this mess.

    Horse 1: Before you think we are corrupt, please understand that it’s desperation that made us take that job. We have seen what this country does to other animals, and despite being paraded as celebrity animals on the coat of arms, we knew it would reach our turn one day.

    Look at Lion, king of the jungle. He entered Nigeria and correct sapa became his true love.

    What is sapa?

    Horse 2: Poverty plus hunger.

    Damn, double homicide.

    Horse 2: Oho. If a tragedy this great can befall him, how much more me and my fellow horse who do not have any chieftaincy titles whatsoever?

    I’m curious: how much did Tobi Bakre offer you for the photoshoot?

    Horse 1: 2k.

    Horse 2: [Hisses] Urgent 2k that I used to buy Strepsils to cure my sore throat. Anyway sha, I have learnt my lesson. Photoshoot is now from N5k upwards. To grab neck, N10k. No pay, no pose.

    But why this line of action?

    Eagle: This is why I hate all these interviewers.

    Sorry?

    Eagle: You saw how some animals are being elevated above others in this country, and you are still coming here to ask us why this line of action. What else do you want us to do?

    Horse 2: See ehn.

    Eagle: In this very country, a snake entered JAMB office and swallowed 36 million naira, you did not ask why. In this very country, cows are first class citizens and actual Nigerians are second class citizens, yet you did not ask why. Ordinary 2k that we are collecting for photoshoot, you are asking why. Abeg abeg.

    I’m sorry.

    Horse 2: Omo, your sorry cannot do anything. It’s Lord Lugard you should go and beg. Let him undo this curse of a country. I am tired of holding up a shield with my fellow horse. Let us relax small.

    Eagle: The way I am tired of perching! I don’t know why they made me stay on the coat of arms at all. I honestly don’t get it. 

    Horse 2: You are even trying. Only you, Coat of Arms, only you EFCC logo.

    Wait wait. Are you the same Eagle on the EFCC logo? 

    Eagle: When I say this country keeps sharing people, did you think I was lying? I am a living example. As if my work as Coat of Arms eagle is not enough, they still came and put me inside photoshoot for EFCC logo. 

    Shebi you see how rough my hair looks in the photo. They didn’t even allow me to brush it.

    Horse 1: That’s why you tried to escape to Canada, isn’t it?

    Wait what?

    Horse 2: MUST YOU SAY EVERYTHING?! It’s in your mouth they will hear that Aisha Buhari is no longer sleeping at home.

    Eagle: Who knows, he’s probably the one that went to snitch and made them catch me at the border.

    Horse 1: It’s not me oh.

    Eagle: That one is even your personal problem. That they caught me the first time does not mean I will not try again. Even Buhari did not become president on the first attempt.

    But can’t we try to fix things or make a way for Nigeria?

    Horse 2: Pele oh, way maker. 

    Eagle: Miracle worker, promise keeper.

    Horse 2: Light in the darkness.

    Horse 1: My God!

    Eagle: That is who you are.

    Horse 1: I didn’t say that to side you people. I said “My God” because I was tired of how you ganged up against the interviewer.

    Horse 2: This kind of behaviour will not get you anywhere. You probably need to become a cow first, and then they can elevate you.

    Eagle: Tell us, Interviewer, since you seem to know everything. What is Nigeria’s motto?

    Unity and Faith, Peace and Progress.

    Eagle: Good. Do you know where they are now?

    Um...

    Horse 2: An Igbo family has adopted them. Go to Nnewi or Anambra and shout Unity, Faith, Peace, Progress and see if those four girls will not come rushing.

    Wow.

    Horse 1: Don’t let—

    Horse 2: There is nothing wow here. If Unity and Faith, Peace and Progress can go back to their family house, who are we not to find a means to survive?

    So what’s the plan now?

    Horse 1: No, listen—

    Horse 2: Na mumu dey talk him plan for interview.

    Eagle: Me I will say it. By this time next year, I will be in Canada. I declare it into existence.

    But if you all leave, what will become of our great nation, the giant of Africa?

    Eagle: Burna Boy is your giant. Let me rest.

    Horse 1: We can’t all leave. I am ready to make things better.

    Horse 2: Nobody is stopping you. But open your eyes. Aisha Buhari the first lady is in Dubai. 

    Eagle: Even Buhari went to the UK and is currently collecting breeze. 

    Horse 2: So what is now my own, me that I’m an ordinary horse? Omo, you better pick your passport and one or two clothes and—

    You have a passport??

    Eagle: Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

    Horse 2: Is it now us that will now hold?

    [The horses gallop away. The Eagle dusts its wings and flies out through the window]

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  • Interview With Crayfish: “Igbo People Need To Release Me”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    The Crayfish is an important celebrity that has been appearing in a number of soups, stews and other Igbo meals for a long, long time. But what is the cost of this level of fame?

    In this week’s Interview With, the superstar talks to us about its life, hard work and secret struggles.

    Zikoko: Igbo kwenu!

    Crayfish: Kwenu!

    Igbo kwenu!

    Menu!

    Igbo kwenu!

    Venue!

    Igbo kwenuuuu!

    Revenue ooooo!

    Ahan. Crayfish like you. How long have you spent with Igbo people that you are this proficient in Igbo language?

    My dear, when you are in Rome, behave like the Romans oh. Since Igbo people adopted me as their community member, it’s only right that I learn their language.

    Besides, they are the only family I know. When I opened my eyes at birth, instead of seeing my fellow water creatures, what I saw was Igbo people. I had no other choice but to accept them as my own people.

    Hmm. Does this now mean you are Aqua-Igbo?

    What is Aqua-Igbo?

    It’s dual heritage. Aquaman, but Crayfish edition.

    Isi gini?

    You know, half aquatic, half Igbo creature?

    Oh, I see. Nwanne m, after appearing in every Igbo dish, I think I am full-blooded Igbo. That Aqua-Igbo thing does not perfectly describe me. If it’s not because this interview was impromptu eh, I would have brought you my net singlet.

    You have a net singlet?

    Yes now.

    Wonderful.

    Yes oh. And I have my own container too. Although I use it to bring in other crayfishes. Igbo people have shown me the good life, I also need to show other crayfishes the way.

    We rise by lifting others…

    Gbam! They are all my brothers and sisters. Nwanne m, nwanyi. What other choice do I have but to help?

    You are regarded as a celebrity. And from our short time together, I can see that you are one.

    You are correct.

    But I want to demystify you. Who are you outside of the celebrity lifestyle?

    [Deep sigh].

    Don’t hold back. Let it all out. This is a safe space.

    Nwanne m, I am not happy. Waking up in the morning, thinking about so many things, I just wish things would get better, I’m trying to get rid of them but nothing seems to stay the same.

    Ehya. And other food items are looking up to you oh.

    That’s the problem with being famous. Everyone thinks my life is perfect. They look at me and my relationship with Igbo people and assume that it is a balanced one, but it’s not.

    If only you knew what this my tiny body has gone through. If you could see what these my tiny eyes have seen. You would go down on your knees and pray for me.

    That’s a lot. I’m sorry. Care to share?

    Igbo people are overworking me. Every single time, I have to make a special appearance in one food or the other. Can I please rest?

    But you said they made you famous. Don’t you think it’s a fair trade?

    Hian. If that is the case, they should come and collect their fame back and let me go back to my old life biko. It is better for me to be unknown and at peace than to be a celebrity and be overworked.

    Even Buhari that is the president of a country does not work as hard as I do. And look at him, travelling to London to enjoy.

    Easy on the Buhari slander, please…

    So that what will happen? If Buhari thinks he works harder than I do, let him come out and say it. Let both of us sit down and count.

    I regularly appear in Egusi soup. Has Buhari done that? Can Buhari do that? Oha soup, I feature. Ogbono, I am there. Ofe Onugbu, I get land inside am. Okazi, I dey there. Even stew for rice, I feature.

    You people think it is by sitting down inside Aso Rock? If not because of my hard labour in the hands of Igbo people, do you think I won’t consider going into politics?

    Na wa oh. Have you spoken to them at all?

    Igbo people? Their coconut head is not from this world. You complain, they increase your labour. At first, I was just used to flavour soup, and it was fine. I don’t know who asked me to answer them and enter Jollof rice. The moment they discovered how hardworking I can be inside Jollof rice like this, they started putting me inside everything.

    Now, I enter Jollof rice steady steady. Fried rice nko? I dey. Even Indomie.

    Small time, they will include me in pancake and puff-puff. Or maybe even crayfish-flavoured biscuits.

    Na real wa.

    My own is, what about the other food items? There is okporoko, ponmo, goat meat, but it’s me that has to do all the work? That’s not fair at all.

    But then what can I say. I will overcome.

    I’m rooting for you.

    And I should even be happy because I am not being rejected by abroad people. Look at how Buhari that entered London and some people protested against his entry. Can never be me.

    Ahan! Energy!

    No, I’m just saying. I can be overworked oh, but I know that I am widely-loved when it matters.

    True, true. Igbo kwenu!

    Abeg, rest.

    Sorry.

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  • Interview With Cocaine: “Why Are Abuja People Ashamed Of Me?”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    A lot of people accuse Zikoko writers of taking cocaine and crack, so I decided to reach out to Cocaine, to see if it would be interested in giving a statement that would clear us of such accusations.

    But during the course of our interview, Cocaine dropped a major bombshell about its relationship with Abuja people, and I knew I had to sit up and pay attention.

    Zikoko: Hello, Cocaine.

    Cocaine: Hi.

    Please, don’t be shy.

    Shy? Me I’m not shy oh. I just said let me survey my environment first.

    Don’t worry, NDLEA cannot find us here.

    Alright. So why did you ask me to come?

    First of all, a lot of people are under the impression that we use you in this office…

    Use me, cocaine?

    Yes.

    At first, we took it as a joke.

    As you should. Everybody keeps denying me.

    But then people started to see us as cocaine addicts, so we had to show them what really happens in the Zikoko office.

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    Cool. Did the accusations stop?

    See ehn, people took it to the next level.

    My goodness. Why are Nigerians like this?

    They started accusing us of taking something more serious than you.

    And what would that be?

    Crack.

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    Um, sorry, did you just refer to Crack as my senior?

    Yes…

    You are a novice. Crack is my younger sister. We might look alike, but we are not mates — not in value or influence. Please, don’t ask me to tell you more.

    Wow.

    Why are you acting shocked? Don’t you have Abuja people working in your office?

    I don’t get. What is that supposed to mean?

    Abuja people are my regular customers nau. In fact, Abuja is where I’m based. You didn’t know?

    No oh.

    Look at you. Anyway, I don’t blame you. Abuja people are trying to hide my existence. They are trying to pretend that we are not in a relationship with each other.

    Does this mean it is a one-sided relationship?

    What do you mean ‘one-sided’?

    I mean, are Abuja people actually in a relationship with you, or is this just in your head?

    Are you interviewing me or is it just in your head?

    I am interviewing you.

    Good, that’s how certain I am of my relationship with Abuja people. It’s not in my head. It is real. I know true love when I see it. They spend their happy moments with me. Their sad ones too.

    Look, Abuja people do not casually organise house parties because they want to see their friends’ faces. They do it as an opportunity to celebrate me, their one true love.

    I—

    You don’t believe me? Smuggle your way into an Abuja house party today and see if they will not include cocaine in your small chops package.

    Let me tell you, I have experienced love in the hands of white people, but the love from Abuja people hits different. These people incorporate me into their daily lives.

    If they had their way, they would even sprinkle me on food.

    So why are you complaining that they are trying to pretend you don’t exist?

    They are. Our relationship is a secret one, but you Internet people won’t shut up about it. Every day, Abuja people and Cocaine, Abuja people and Cocaine. Are they the first to use me?

    The problem with these posts is that people in other states are inclined to believe that when you enter Abuja, the breeze that hits you is laced with a whiff of cocaine. I mean, we love each other, but it’s not that deep.

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    If you ask anybody what Abuja is known for; if they mention three things, best believe that cocaine is one of them. And really, this is bad PR for—

    Hold on, let me text somebody to confirm.

    You see what I’m saying?

    Omo.

    Nowadays, if someone posts something about Abuja people using me, you will see Abuja people actively denying me under that post.

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    Y’all have successfully bullied Abuja people into becoming ashamed of me. We have a beautiful thing. I wish they would just give a middle-finger to the naysayers and tell the world that they are in love with me.

    Stigmatisation? Arrest? I mean, you are illegal in this country, after all.

    Do your politicians know that?

    Wait a minute. Do you mean—

    Yes, I mean it.

    But why didn’t you speak up? Were you silent or were you silenced?

    Both. I was silent because of my nature. I know how dangerous I am, all the things I am capable of. Because of this nature, I was silenced by the law too. All my life, I have been loved in secret, shamefully. And so when I found comfort in the nostrils of Abuja people, I thought I had found my home.

    But look at me today, about to lose my lovers. [Cocaine breaks down in tears].

    I’m so sorry. That must hurt.

    [Cocaine stops crying]. Thanks for your kindness. Should I enter your nose small?

    Ah. Abeg oh.We just met now.

    You see? [Cocaine starts crying again].

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  • Interview With Turning Stick: “I Am Not A Man Of War”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.

    After last week’s romantic interview with Lagos and Traffic, today’s interview is more of a learning session. My subject is the amazing Turning Stick. Yes, you know the Turning Stick, but do you really know him?

    We spoke about his main job and side hustle, as well as the annoying way Nigerian mothers use him against their children. The Turning Stick has really witnessed a lot, and this interview will show you just how much.

    Zikoko: Thank you so much for speaking with me today.

    Turning Stick: Thank you for having me.

    So tell me, did you choose this life?

    I think it chose me. When you are fashioned out of wood and given a name like ‘Turning Stick,‘ your prospects are limited. I can’t dress up today and say I want to go and work at PiggyVest.

    I have resigned myself to my job as a household item. That has made all the difference.

    How is life as a household item?

    It depends.

    On what?

    The kind of household I find myself in — what they eat, how much they eat, things like that. My work in a small household can be to just make Eba, turn Amala or Semo [gags], and maybe Jollof rice on Sunday.

    If I’m in a larger household, I know I have to be a part of party preparations and all those kinds of events.

    Do you enjoy it?

    Asides from dipping my precious head inside that nasty thing called Semo?

    Semo needs to be sent into the evil forest at this point.

    That thing is cursed. I only enjoy working with Eba and Amala.

    *Sigh*

    But back to your question, I actually enjoy being a household item. It is safer. There is no chance that the Nigerian police can pick me up or collect bribes from me.

    Until the government creates a law that all household items have to start paying tax.

    I hope that the family I live with would have moved to Canada by then.

    Screaming.

    For many people, I am just an ordinary stick. Nothing more. They don’t even pay me serious attention. This is why, when they discover my pleasurable side by mistake, they realise that I have range.

    Err. What pleasurable side?

    Say, for example, someone smacks you with me, and you moan instead of crying out in pain.

    Wait, that happens?

    Oh yes. That’s the reason one man and his babe promoted me from kitchen equipment to bedroom appliance. They were playing together in the kitchen, and he said something funny, so she smacked him.

    And he moaned…

    Yes.

    Omo.

    At that moment, it dawned on both of them that they had been underestimating me. I was just smiling because they finally unlocked a part of me they should have discovered a long time ago.

    Wow.

    The pleasure part is my side hustle. Food is the main job, and on the side, I supply pleasure to those who desire it.

    And how have you been finding a balance?

    I draw clear boundaries. Kitchen time is different from bedroom time, but it doesn’t always work out that way. Humans have needs, and so some people might employ me for pleasure immediately after making Eba.

    Don’t you get tired?

    I do, but as I said, when you are fashioned from wood and given the name Turning Stick, your life’s purpose is already defined. You can’t deviate. But for real, I am doing fine.

    What I just don’t like is when people use me as a weapon of war.

    As how?

    Go and ask Nigerian mothers now. They are the ones who usually bring me into their crazy punishment schemes. Like, yes, your child offended you. Talk to them or something, but no.

    If they have not used me on that child, they will not rest.

    Oh dear.

    Organise a census of people who have been hit by a turning stick in this life, and you’ll see what I mean. The people who have been hit by a turning stick are more than those who have not.

    And those ones who have not been hit will still taste it. It’s almost like a rite of passage at this point. Like, if you are born in Nigeria, you’ll certainly receive a dose of me before you turn 20.

    It’s like breakfast. Everybody will surely eat it. The timing might just be different.

    I received mine for the first time at the age of 8…

    Oho.

    Apparently, I have eaten my own breakfast.

    For real, I am sick of being a part of this violence. I want to tell Nigerian mothers, don’t use me to do your dirty work! Face your problems like a reasonable human being.

    Don’t look at me and decide, “Hmm. Retire small from turning Eba, come and flog my child for me.” Don’t take advantage of how thick I am and decide that you will take me to your debtor’s house to threaten them.

    Ah, that also happens?

    See, if you know what my eyes have seen in the hands of Nigerians. If you know! Where do I even want to start from? Too many stories. One time, I was owned by this woman who carried me to fight her husband’s mistress.

    Excuse me?

    I didn’t even know at first. I woke up and saw that I was in a handbag, so I said, “Toh, maybe I am going for a party job or someone is taking me for my side hustle of pleasure.”

    Only for you to get down and see something else…

    I was just angry. In my mind, I thought, “Madam, foolish your foolish in peace, but next time don’t involve me. Like, your husband is right there. Why not apply me to his head and watch me perform?’”

    I thought you said you don’t like fight?

    That one is a fight for justice. Not the one you’ll use me to destabilise a defenceless child. I might be a turning stick, but I have morals and take justice very seriously.

    Wow.

    My personal philosophy is this: there may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. This interview is my act of protest.

    You inspire me a lot.

    Thank you, I’m flattered.

    Do you have any final words for the readers?

    I am a preacher of love. I feed you and can assist you in the journey to an orgasm, but I draw the line at violence. Especially violence to children. I am not a man of war and I will never be.

    Use me to turn Fufu, Semo, Garri or whatever. Just don’t use me to turn the waters of violence. It is that one that will vex me.

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  • Interview With Lagos & Traffic: “What God Has Joined Together…”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Inspired by Love Life, I decided to ditch a solo interview this week and speak with a very powerful couple whose impact has been deeply felt by millions of people.

    As you will learn from this interview, they are bound together. You cannot mention one without mentioning the other. Honestly, they need no further introduction. Meet Lagos and his wife, Traffic.

    Zikoko: When did you two first meet each other?

    Lagos: She used to come and go at first. That was when Nigeria was a lot less populated, and there was really no hold-up except when traffic lights stopped vehicles.

    In those brief, fleeting moments, I knew that I wanted to spend a lot more time with Traffic. She seemed to add colour to my life, and I never wanted that to stop. 

    Traffic: [blushes] Oh you flatter me. I have always loved Lagos. That’s the truth. Yes, I have dated other states — Ondo, Oyo, Rivers — but each time I came to Lagos, he made me feel valued.

    With the other states, it was usually a quickie. Come for a while, let’s do it sharp-sharp, but with Lagos, he wanted me to stay forever. When the opportunity came for me to settle with him, I jumped at it.

    What was the opportunity that came?

    Lagos: The usual now. Increased population but limited amenities, mismanagement of funds, inefficient leadership, corruption — the whole package.

    They were the same issues I had been facing for a while, but when it happened again, it just showed me how much I needed someone by my side. I didn’t want to do life alone.

    Traffic: [she holds his hand tenderly] He made the right choice. I mean, look at us today. A true power couple. Together, we can make your dreams turn to dust and vanish

    All we need to do is delay you from getting to that date or dream interview.

    Isn’t that cruel?

    Lagos: I mean, you have endured greater cruelty in the hands of the people you opened your eyes and elected. What is a little more cruelty that you cannot handle?

    Traffic: And if there’s anything I have learned in my relationship with Lagos, it is that Nigerians enjoy cruelty. I thought people would return to their villages when I moved in with Lagos, but no.

    Instead, the population keeps increasing. How do you explain that?

    Lagos is the land of opportunity. It’s only reasonable that people come here.

    Traffic: I know that my man is wealthy, and he gives to people regardless of where they come from. I even jokingly call him the Abraham of states, but, tell me, is he the only state in Nigeira?

    Lagos: Exactly! Am I the only state where you can succeed? After all, my cousin, Abuja is right there, and everyone claims he’s a single bachelor without traffic. There are other states too. So why me?

    Do you ever fear that one day your marriage will be over?

    Lagos: Maybe when the sky falls and drops over our heads.

    Traffic: I used to have that fear back when I used to sneak in for a quick roll in the sack [she winks]. Then, I didn’t have much power. I was a weakling and the traffic wardens used to separate us.

    As the years went by, our love grew stonger. Now, look at us today. Even the traffic wardens are tired. People understand that I am a large part of Lagos. When they want to go out, they factor me in.

    In fact, they have even found ways to make me a part of their daily existence.

    If that is not power, I don’t know what is.

    But I’m curious. Can you imagine Lagos without you?

    Lagos: Can you imagine a head without the neck? Or a body without blood? This woman right here is my heartbeat. She is my rhythm, the yin to my yang, the reason I am who I am today. Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Traffic is that woman for me.

    Traffic: Tell me, interviewer, if we separate today, do you know how many people’s livelihoods will stop? Agberos, potbellied policemen who will die without their N50 bribes, Mc Oluomo, even Sanwo-Olu.

    What Lagosians Want From Gov Sanwo-OluTHISDAYLIVE

    In case you don’t know, our relationship feeds many people. Do you think they are always repairing Third Mainland Bridge for nothing? It is an opportunity to collect more money!

    But don’t you think a lot of lives will be significantly improved if you separate?

    Lagos: The way this country is run, it is obvious that nobody in power is interested in improving the lives of its citizens. So why should we be concerned with improving lives?

    Traffic: Simple question: Sanwo-Olu that is your governor, is he improving lives or doing the opposite? Think deeply before you answer that.

    Well, he—

    Lagos: Remember how he banned kekes and okadas and made Lagosians trek to work like Johnny Walker.

    Traffic: Remember how he destroyed GoKada, Opay and other bike-hailing services.

    Okay, but he—

    Lagos: Lied about Lekki Toll Gate, didn’t he?

    Traffic: And the last arrest of innocent bystanders on February 13th, 2021, did he come out to say or even do anything?

    Well, before Sanwo-Olu, Ambode tried to better lives too…

    [they burst into loud laughter]

    Lagos: Ambode that chose a waist-trainer over Lagosians?

    Traffic: The waist must be snatched before Lagosians are snatched out poverty, you know.

    My goodness, you both are despicable!

    Traffic: Aww, you poor sweetheart. Honey, should I tell him?

    Lagos: Yes, my love. Please, do.

    Tell me what?

    Traffic: As it was in the beginning, so it is now, and so shall it be forevermore.

    Lagos: We are joined together by God.

    Traffic: And by the corruption of your leaders.

    Lagos: And what God has joined together?

    Let no man put asunder.

    Lagos and Traffic: Aha.

    [They hold each other’s hands and walk out while laughing aloud]

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  • Interview With Saxophone: “Nigerians Have Seen Me Finish”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    After interviewing Truth or Dare about inadvertently becoming the go-to game for turning a simple party into a den of iniquity, we got a phone call from Saxophone, who wanted to tell its own story too.

    From being the happening babe of musical instruments to becoming a laughing stock to Nigerians, the Saxophone’s journey is a classic grace to grass story.

    Zikoko: Thanks for coming here.

    Saxophone: Thanks for not trying to blow me on my way in.

    Err. You’re welcome. So, do you remember how you felt when you first came to Nigeria?

    Ah. It was…magical. Before I came, the major musical instruments were drums, bells, and maybe the occasional keyboard. But then I came in, and I was the shining new star.

    Not everybody knew how to play me, but they all wanted me in the mix, even if it was just for show. Live bands, country clubs, everywhere. I was the ‘it girl’. I felt so classy.

    That must have been awesome.

    It was. But this is Nigeria. You can’t be special for too long. They will eventually rubbish you.

    Ahan. What happened?

    The way grace changes to disgrace in this country needs to be studied. Honestly, look at me. From being the happening babe of musical instruments to becoming a laughing stock.

    How did you become a laughing stock?

    Frankly, I blame Nigerian vendors and their so-called romantic packages. I don’t know who gave them the idea that they need to include me as part of their romantic shenanigans, but it has really stained my white.

    How so?

    You know Nigerians must make money out of every available opportunity. Take Valentine’s Day for example. Biko, why were there more vendors than lovers? Why was supply greater than demand?

    Then in a bid to standout out among the sea of vendors, you’ll see some of them looking for a unique angle, and before you know it, I am dragged into the mess.

    Shouldn’t that be a good thing?

    It would have been good if it was just one vendor. But check every vendor’s package and you will see me. So where is the uniqueness if everybody has seen me finish?

    On the contrary, I think you’ve become more popular. Shouldn’t you be excited?

    Did I beg you people for popularity? Even if I wanted to become popular, shouldn’t it be for something reasonable? You that is cheating will still drag me to surprise your lover who is also cheating.

    Who are we deceiving? And where is the romance in that?

    Are you saying you don’t care for romance?

    Not on a hot afternoon when people are trying to sleep. It doesn’t even help that some of the so-called saxophonists don’t know how to play. All they know how to do is spray saliva inside me and make noise.

    Tell me, does this sound relaxed and romantic to you?

    Erm…

    A nuisance, that is what Nigerian romance vendors have turned me into. A complete nuisance. Your babe is heartbroken? Play Saxophone for her. You cheated on her? Call Saxophone. Oh, it’s Valentine’s Day? SAXOPHONE.

    They don’t care about context or situation, all they want is the money. And what will the end result be? Disgrace. Complete and utter disgrace. Kai. I have really suffered.

    How does all of this make you feel?

    Can I ask you a question?

    Sure.

    If you’re walking on the road now, and you see someone carrying a saxophone, what would be your first thought?

    Somebody’s daughter is about to suffer.

    You see? And you’re asking me how this makes me feel? I have become so overused that instead of being associated with class, Nigerians associate me with noise and suffering.

    No, I didn’t mean—

    You did, and I don’t blame you. It is what you Nigerians do. You spoil people’s lives and then mock them for it. You strip them of dignity and then turn around to call them cheap and classless. You are just as bad as they—

    This is starting to become—

    Don’t interrupt me. You will go out there now and tell your people—vendors, surprise package people, all of them. Tell them that I said they should leave me alone.

    Haven’t they soiled my reputation enough? Tell them I said I don’t care about how they show love or surprise the people in their lives. I just want to be left out of it.

    Yes, yes I will.

    Good. *Saxophone rolls out*

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  • Interview With Truth Or Dare: “Why Are Nigerian Men So Horny?”

    Interview With… is a Zikoko weekly series that explores the weird and interesting lives of inanimate objects and non-human entities.


    Truth or Dare is a very popular game in the Nigerian party scene. From birthday bashes to house parties, Truth or Dare always makes an appearance, especially when horny Nigerian men are involved.

    So, we decided to speak to Truth or Dare to find out how it feels about inadvertently becoming the go-to game for turning a simple party into a den of iniquity.

    Zikoko: It’s great to have you here.

    Truth or Dare: [yawns] Thanks for having me.

    You seem tired. Are you okay?

    With the number of house parties I’ve been to this month alone, how will I not be tired?

    House parties ke? We are in the middle of a panini.

    Do your fellow Nigerians know that? It’s like they think corona didn’t do crossover service with them. They’ve just been throwing parties up and down, and they are even hornier than ever — I didn’t think that was possible.

    LMAO. It can’t be that bad now.

    Honestly, someone should have warned me about Nigeria. If I had known your men were this horny, I would have stayed away. When my fellow party games were being deployed to foreign countries, I would have never agreed to be deployed to Nigeria at all.

    Seriously? Why are Nigerian men so horny? Why have they turned an innocent game like me into an opportunity to fornicate?

    You, innocent? Truth or Dare, abeg. We know your gist.

    This is the problem. Anything Nigerians touch like this, it becomes corrupt. They abuse it, overwork it, and alter its life’s purpose. I am a living example.

    I mean, look at me. People in other countries use me to discover fun truths about their friends and dare strangers to dance, but let me be brought into a Nigerian party, and it becomes Sodom and Gomorrah in seconds.

    The first person always pretends to have sense, daring someone to do something basic, but by the second or third person, you’re already hearing “Tunde, we dare you to touch Amaka’s breasts.”

    Ah. Do you remember when this started?

    It’s all I’ve ever known. Nigerian men have always been horny, and I am just one of the many avenues they use to express it. Even 30+ men want to use me to see the colour of Ada’s pant. At your big age, pant is exciting you?

    LMAO. You’ve really been through a lot.

    What I want to know is why do Nigerians hate openly talking about sex, yet want to make EVERYTHING sexual? And why are they using me to carry out their agenda?

    It’s almost like there’s no escape. Even when someone chooses Truth, the next thing they hear is: “Oya tell us your favourite sex position” or “Do you like doggy?” Whyyyy?

    This is not what I signed up for. Do they ever pause to think that when they ask Funmi, who is clearly uncomfortable, to remove her bra, it makes me feel like a pervert?

    When the babe now refuses, they will start calling her childish. You that you need a party game — that was made for kids — to see a woman’s bra, are you the adult? Nonsense.

    I—

    I’m sorry I’m ranting. I’ve just really needed to vent.

    That’s fair, but certainly, there must be some Nigerians who don’t misuse you.

    Oh please. Have you ever been to a Nigerian party? I hate to say it, but Nigerians would fornicate at a wake-keep if they could. Just let someone bring me in, and the next thing you know, Michael has dared Femi to press the dead body’s breasts.

    By the way, why are Nigerian men so obsessed with breasts? Is it a cultural thing? I am genuinely worried when I see how they jump at any opportunity to grope, squeeze, or fondle breasts. Were y’all deprived of breasts as children?

    That’s an unfair generalisation.

    Well, Nigerian men have been unfair to me too.

    Do you see a way out of this?

    Honest truth? The Nigerian government should have just banned fornication instead of cryptocurrency. Or maybe put people in horny jail or something. A lot of people would sit up.

    Nigerians are naturally overzealous, now imagine this overzealousness being applied to horniness and fornication. It’s almost like fornication will go out of existence the way Nigerians go at it.

    Do you want Zikoko to file a petition to the government?

    This government? Please. Even your government heads usually bring me into their parties. Imagine it, Truth or Dare for corrupt and aged political figures.

    The things those old men use me for. Believe me, the corruption in this country is a natural resource. Like crude oil. It flows from the leaders and reaches the people below.

    So what do you think is the way out?

    Uneasy lies the Truth or Dare that comes to Nigeria. That’s what I have learned. Right now, all I hope for is the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

    As for fornication and horniness in Nigeria, that is something I cannot change. It is simply beyond my power


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  • Zikoko Wants To Make Your Weekends Better

    While it’s mostly been a nightmare, one positive thing the pandemic has done is bring us closer to you. Now, more than ever, we’re constantly thinking about your needs and how we can meet them in unique and engaging ways. 

    We’ve found new ways to listen and watch out for the things you love. Take, for instance, the weekend. Before the pandemic, weekends were exclusively for resting, partying or binge-watching your favourite shows. However, a lot has changed about the way we spend our weekends. 

    That’s why we’ve put some deliberate thought into the kind of content we should be giving you during the weekend. 

    Here’s what’s coming: 

    Just Imagine

    We are working with Hauwa, the hilarious fiction writer, to create a new series called Just Imagine. The central idea is to take the delicacy (and whiteness) out of pop culture hallmarks, like Disney princesses, Harry Potter and more, replacing them with chaotic, silly and graceless Nigerians. 

    We will be kicking things off with Disney princesses, and this idea will feature rewrites of famous Disney stories, narrating how things would have turned out if our favourite fictional princesses were Nigerian.

    Just Imagine starts on Friday, the 12th of February, 2021. Every Friday by 2 pm, there’ll be a new story on the website.

    Interview With…

    Everyone who reads Zikoko religiously knows that we love to talk to people in a bid to gain some insight into their weird and interesting lives. On April 24, we went in another direction and spoke to the Lekki-Ikoyi bridge, Nollywood’s most underrated star.

    Since then, we’ve spoken to the vindictive Cooking Gas, the divisive Semo and, most recently, the Remembrance Day Pigeons that embarrassed Bubu. Now, we’ve decided to make this a regular series that will feature every inanimate object and non-human entity you wish you could talk to. 

    Interview With… starts on Friday, the 12th of February, 2021. Every Friday by 9 a.m., there’ll be a new interview on the website.

    An Advice Column

    Following the success of Love Life, we are creating a weekly agony aunt series that will try to solve the relationship problems the Zikoko audience has. We want to help take your love story from a “God forbid” to a “God when?” 

    This will be a Saturday series and will launch sometime in March, so be on the lookout.

    We can’t say much (yet), but we’re also working on two other series we know you’re going to love.

    What’s getting better? 

    Abroad Life: Everybody wants to japa, and we’re going to assume you’re everyone. Abroad Life was created to investigate what the Nigerian experience outside Nigeria is. We’ve published over 50 stories in the past year. Now, we’re going deeper. Whether it’s Japan or Comoros or Estonia or a country you’ve never even heard of before, we’re going to find Nigerians there and tell their story. 

    Expect a new story every Friday by 12 p.m

    So You Don’t Have To: What started out as a commentary on a very bizarre book has become a recap of everything you’re curious about, but not curious enough to actually experience yourself. Whether it’s books, apps, old movies, trends or events, So You Don’t Have To is here to save you the stress. 

    Expect a new story every Friday by 6 p.m

    Man Like: What does it mean to be a Nigerian man? What the 70-year-old Urhobo man would say is different from what the 26-year-old software engineer would say. We’re bringing a diverse set of experiences around what it means to be a Nigerian man. 

    Expect a new story every Sunday by 12 p.m

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