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  • If Batman Were An Igbo Man

    There’s a reason the west has superheroes and we have ‘agberos’ — it’s because we don’t send anybody in this country. But let’s assume, for a hot minute, that we did have superheroes, how long do you think they’d survive?

    Today, I chose to reimagine Batman as an Igbo man named Buchi. And because Batman is incomplete without the Joker, I have reimagined the Joker and Harlequin as Joseph and Haleemah.

    Private Island

    Buchi is on an empty beach, laying in a hammock tied to two palm trees. The slight breeze blows the current. The waves lazily wash on shore and the breeze lightly blows the palm trees.

    Buchi has dark sunglasses on, his hat is tipped over his face and in his hand is an empty wine glass. A small distance away is a male assistant holding a tray with a bottle of champagne.

    Buchi raises his wine glass and his assistant rushes to fill it up.


    Face-Me-I-Face-You

    The Joker, Joseph and his girlfriend, Haleemah are in their one-room apartment. The room looks poor and disheveled. 

    Haleemah rubs some dusting powder on his face and moves next to his eye-area.

    Joseph grabs her hand and looks at her.

    Haleemah: What?

    Joseph: You want to blind me?

    Haleemah hisses and starts to rub the dusting powder around her inner thigh. Joseph stares at her for a few seconds as she rubs.

    Joseph: Why are you rubbing the powder there?

    Haleemah: (still rubbing) I have craw-craw.

    Joseph looks from her crotch to his, to the bed and back to Haleemah’s crotch.

    Joseph: Didn’t we just do?

    Haleemah: (still rubbing) Eh.

    Joseph: Haleemah? Did you give me craw-craw?

    Haleemah: (passes the dusting powder and scratches her crotch) Will you rub?

    Joseph: Haleemah, why are you scratching that place?!

    From outside the room, Mama Victor starts to scream.

    Mama Victor: Na who be the idiot wey carry my pikin dusting powder?

    Joseph jumps up from the bed and starts to close the window. Mama Victor pounds on Joseph’s window.

    Haleemah: (scratches) You carried her powder?

    Joseph looks at her in disgust and snatches the powder.


    Police Station

    Two policemen, Haruna and Chidi, are standing at the counter when their boss, Lieutenant Dapo, walks out of his office.

    Chidi and Haruna: Shun Sah!

    He glances at them briefly.

    Lt. Dapo: I’m going out with the black maria.

    He starts to walk out before he notices something and turns around.

    Lt. Dapo: Chidi, why are you wearing a suit? Where is your uniform?

    Chidi starts to stammer and scratch his head.

    Lt. Dapo: Change, right now!

    Lt. Dapo walks out of the station. A few seconds later, he storms back in.

    Lt. Dapo: Who put “Happy Married Life” banner on the black maria?!

    Chidi: Oga, na wetin I wan explain be dat. Today na my wedding.

    Haruna nods.

    Lt. Dapo: (infuriated) And the government’s black maria is your wedding car?

    Just then, someone drives the black maria out of the compound. Lt. Dapo rushes to see who it is but the black maria has left the compound.

    Chidi: Dem go pick my wife.

    Lt. Dapo: Are you mad?! Get in the police car, we are going after them.

    Haruna: Oga, no petrol for that one and tire don less. Except we wan enter keke chase them.

    Lt. Dapo: (barks) Well, call Batman! Let him trace them. Use the projector!

    Haruna: I use the projector do tithe for my church.

    Lt. Dapo:


    Private Island

    Buchi’s assistant ends a call and moves to talk to Buchi.

    Assistant: Sir, the government’s black maria has been stolen and they need you to retrieve it.

    Buchi: Tell them they are insane. 

    The Batsymbol appears in the sky.

    Buchi: And use canopy to block that thing.


    Police Station

    Haruna drops a call and faces Lt. Dapo and Chidi.

    Haruna: They said I should tell you that your head is not correct.

    Lt. Dapo: WHAT?!

    Joseph walks into the station with a ghana-must-go and his face painted like a clown.

    Chidi: Heis Heis! It is the second house that they are doing birthday party.

    Joseph: Hope you people are not mad? Don’t you know I’m the Joker?

    Haruna: And we said the next house is where they called you!

    Joseph puts his bag down and removes a gun. The two men immediately go on their knees.

    Lt. Dapo: Haruna, hand me my gun!

    Haruna: I forget it for black maria.

    Chidi: (whispers) Oga, e be like say you go kneel down too o.


    Private Island

    Assistant: Sir, I have intel that the Joker is at the police station and he is asking of you. There is also a robbery at Obalende.

    Buchi sighs and gets up.

    Buchi: Get me my suit.


    Mainland

    Buchi is driving through the mainland when he sees Kola, the Nigerian Superman, just outside Computer Village dancing with a Tecno Phone. He is also carrying sachets of milo.

    Buchi reverses.

    Buchi: Kola!

    Kola runs up to the car with the phone.

    Kola: (bends) Ah Buchi! How far?

    Buchi: Why are you selling phone and milo here?

    Kola: I’m looking for money that I will use to process Canadian Visa.

    Buchi:


    Restaurant

    Buchi and Kola are sitting in a restaurant where Kola is hungrily devouring his food.

    Kola:

    Buchi: You’re really suffering o.

    Kola: It’s not small.

    Buchi: I need you for two things. Go to Obalende, there are people terrorising the place.

    Kola: Why are you not going?

    Buchi: I have a plane to catch.

    Kola: What’s the second thing?

    Buchi: You will help me clean my toilet. My cleaner is on leave.

    Kola:

    Kola: As your househelp?

    Buchi: I’ll pay you.

    Kola: (swallows eba) Is it everything you want me to clean?

    Buchi walks outside the restaurant to where his car is parked. He looks at the car and bends to look at it again.

    Kola: What?

    Buchi: (screams) Who carried my bumper and exhaust pipe in this market?!


    The Street

    Buchi is driving down the street with his bumper-less car and a makeshift exhaust pipe. He comes across a beautiful lady, Lola, standing by the street.

    He parks next to her.

    Buchi: Hey?

    Lola ignores him.

    Buchi: Hey, I am talking to you.

    Lola: Can I help you?

    Buchi: It is me that can help you.

    Lola: Help your car first.

    Buchi: Don’t look at the bumper. They stole it from me. Look, I am Batman.

    Lola’s eyes light up.

    Lola: The same Batman?

    Buchi: (nods) Absolutely. Can I take you out somewhere?

    Lola: (excited) yes!


    Batmobile

    Buchi and Lola are in the car when Kola calls. Buchi puts the phone on speaker.

    Kola: Wo, Buchi, these men at Obalende pass my own power o. I can’t do what you asked me to do. (chews) Come and pick me at Shagamu. I can’t fly from this place to my house. I can die on the way. (chews some more)

    Buchi: What are you eating? And what are you doing at Shagamu?

    Kola: (chews) Corn. You know I can run fast?

    Buchi: Yes, and?

    Kola: I did uber-trek for people.

    Lola: Can I turn up the A/C?

    Buchi: Of course. Anything to make you feel comfortable.

    Kola: Lola? Lola? Is that your voice I am hearing?

    Lola: And so?

    Kola: Lola, what are you doing with Buchi??? Lola! Didn’t I give you ring yesterday?

    Lola: That stupid heavy cultist ring?

    Kola: I told you to manage it like that now. Lola, come down and meet me at Shagamu.

    Lola hisses.

    Buchi: (To Lola) Would you want to come to my private island?

    Kola: LOLA SAY NO IN JESUS NAME

    Lola: Yes, babe.

    Buchi: (to Kola) Buy a bikini for Lola, I’ll wire you the money.

    Kola: I should go and buy pant and bra?

    Buchi: Bring it to my private helipad, if you can.

    Kola: Lola! Lola! Come down from that car! Come down!

    Buchi ends the call


    Police Station

    Haruna, Chidi and Lt. Dapo are still on the call. Joseph passes them a phone.

    Joseph: Call Batman again.

    Haruna takes the phone and dials Batman’s number. His assistant picks up.

    Assistant: Hello?

    Haruna: Wey Batman dey abeg? Dem wan kill us.

    Assistant: I can’t give y…

    Chidi: (screams) God wan punish you?! I say where him dey?

    Assistant: On his way to Mexico.

    A woman walks into the police station.

    Woman: No be you we dey wait since morning, Joseph?

    Joseph winks at the woman.

    Woman: Wetin do your eye? We pay make you come sing for us, you dey carry toy gun do nonsense for here.

    Lt. Dapo: And I’ve been kneeling down since morning?


    Helipad

    Buchi is on his helipad with Lola. As they walk towards a private plane, they see Joseph sitting by the side.

    Joseph jumps up as soon as he sees them.

    Buchi: What do you want again? Didn’t I block your number?

    Joseph: That’s why I find you come here. Please, I don’t know maybe we can join you people.

    Buchi: We?

    Joseph: Haleemah!!

    Joseph’s mum, dad, five siblings and Haleemah come out with several Ghana-Must-Go bags.

    Joseph: We are plenty that we want to go. 

    Buchi

    Buchi: All of you are not okay mentally.

    Buchi starts to walk away but they troop after him. The pilot runs up and stops them from entering the plane.

    Buchi and Haleemah walk into the plane. When they are settled, the pilot whispers something into Buchi’s ear.

    Buchi comes down from the plane.

    Joseph: He has changed his mind, oya enter.

    They all rush for the plane.

    Buchi: If you don’t go back, if I slap you.

    Buchi walks to the engine.

    Buchi: Come out of the engine.

    No answer.

    Buchi: I say come out of the engine, are you mad?

    Kola crawls out of the engine with his bag. Buchi walks back into the plane.

    Kola: Lola! Lola! Lola, follow your husband home!

    The door shuts and the private plane takes off.

    Joseph: Are you not Superman?

    Kola: Ehn.

    Joseph: You fit carry us go Texas?

    Kola

  • If Superman Were A 30+ Yoruba Man

    Just Imagine is a Zikoko weekly series that takes fictional pop culture icons and reimagines them as chaotic Nigerians. 

    Listen! With everything going on in this country, it is obvious we need extraterrestrial help and our witches are clearly on strike — who can blame them?

    So that’s why on this week’s episode of Just Imagine, I turn Superman (Clark Kent) into a 30+ Nigerian man named Kola.

    It is just past 9 p.m. in the Agege area of Lagos.

    Kola, a 35-year-old Nigerian man, is asleep on the couch in front of a television set. The newscaster on the TV talks about the war in Afghanistan as Kola snores.

    Newscaster: … And just last week, another mine exploded.

    Voice: (from outside) Help! Help!

    Kola: (snores)

    Voice: (from outside) Superman! Help oh!

    Kola continues to snore. The phone in his right hand starts to ring and wakes him. Kola picks the call.

    Kola: Hello?

    Caller: Superman, we need you! At Ajah!

    Kola: (frowns) You know this is what I don’t like. I am just coming from that Ajah side. Why didn’t you call me that time? Now, traffic is everywhere.

    Caller: Don’t you fly?

    Kola: (looks at the phone in anger) So, I should be flying up and down because I don’t have work?

    Caller: Isn’t this your job?

    Kola: You called me to do interview?

    Caller: Please, just come.

    Kola: (Rolls eyes) Do you have money for Toll Gate?

    Caller: We will still pay?

    Kola: Should I come abi I should not come?

    Caller: Be coming.

    Kola drops the call and stands. He walks into his room and pulls a box from under his bed. He opens the box, but it is empty.

    Mrs Ajayi, Kola’s mother, walks into his room with a bag and sits on his bed.

    Mrs Ajayi: (heaves) Thank you, Jesus.

    Kola: Mumsy, where is my cloth?

    Mrs Ajayi: That your red cloth? I’ve burnt it. No child of God wears red.

    Kola:

    Mrs Ajayi removes a white agbada from the bag she brought in.

    Mrs Ajayi: This is what you will be wearing to be doing this work now. 

    Kola: I should be using agbada to be rescuing people?

    Mrs Ajayi nods and pulls out a shiny green ‘The Lord’s Chosen’ vest from the bag.

    Mrs Ajayi: Pastor said you should be wearing this one too. To spread the ministry as you’re flying.

    Kola: I should be doing billboard for pastor? I’m not helping you to wear that one oh.

    Mrs Ajayi: When you have money to rent your own house, you can be wearing what you want.

    Voice: Help!!!

    Kola: (to the air) Wo, you people should be calming down o!

    Kola wears the agbada and starts to leave.

    Mrs Ajayi: (removes Goya Oil from her bag) Come and kneel down here for me. Let me use the blood of Jesus to cover you.

    Kola grumbles as he kneels while his mother prays.

    Mrs Ajayi: …Thank you, Father Lord!

    Mrs Ajayi finishes and Kola makes for the door.

    Mrs Ajayi: Kola, wait o! Grind this beans when you are coming!

    Kola:

    Kola grudgingly takes the plastic container and walks out of the house. He runs for two seconds to gain momentum before he launches into the air. He is airborne for 23 seconds before he jumps down.

    Kola: Omo. 

    Kola: (annoyed)  Okada! Heis! Come! Ajah.

    The okadaman stops and Kola gets on it.

    Okada man: Your money na N8K o

    Kola: E be like say you dey crase. Na N2K.


    It starts to rain and the okada finally stops in front of a small bungalow. Kola jumps off the okada.

    A young woman, Chika, is sitting by a window that is slightly open while peeling egusi.

    Woman: (shouts nonchalantly) Superman o! Help o!

    Kola walks to the window, holds the iron burglary and peeps.

    Kola: Are you the one that has been shouting my name?

    Chika: (startled) Don’t be looking inside someone’s house like that now.

    Kola: Are you ok? Are you not the one that called me?

    Chika: Since morning, you’re just coming?

    Kola: (hisses) Who needs my help?

    Chika: Our transformer just blow now now.

    Kola: So, who did it shock?

    Chika: Nobody. We want you to repair it.

    Kola: I should be touching transformer inside rain? So I can shock?

    Chika: Sanwo Olu said we should call you. It’s not like you can die.

    Kola stares at her. She stares back at him. They stare at each other for two minutes until Kola breaks the silence.

    Kola: Give me 2K to pay this okada man.

    Okada man: Your money na 5k o

    Kola: (to Chika) Give me 5k there.

    Chika hisses and closes her window. Kola knocks at the window.

    Kola: Sister!… Do you use to grind beans here?

    Kola’s phone rings. He picks up.

    Kola: Hello!

    Caller: We need your help, Superman!

    Kola: Which side?

    Caller: That Ikorodu area.

    Kola: Is it after that Majidun?

    Caller: Yes.

    Kola: That place they use to hawk kryptonite?

    Caller: Only when traffic is plenty.

    Kola hisses and drops the call.

    Okadaman: Oga! Your money na 5K

    Kola: Carry me to where I will grind beans first.

    Kola tries to sit on the bike but he zooms off and leaves Kola standing there holding the bucket of beans. Kola moves back and starts running to launch into the air, but he falls.

    Kola: Omo x 2,000.


    Kola resigns to his fate and starts walking away when his phone starts ringing again. He picks up.

    Kola: Hello! I say I am not coming to Ikorodu!

    A woman with a soft, sultry voice speaks.

    Woman: Hey, so we need your help at Lekki. We hope you’re not busy?

    Kola: Busy? Me? No. Are you in danger?

    Woman: Sort of… Well, see we…

    Kola: I am coming now now!


    Kola launches into the air and flies to Lekki. By the time he reaches there, he is spent and exhausted.

    The woman and four other women, all dressed up, walk towards him.

    Woman: Hey, you made it.

    Kola: (pants) Yes o. What is the problem?

    Woman: Can you Uber us to Ikoyi?

    Kola: (stares in confusion) You called me here… So I can…

    Woman 2: Well, the traffic is crazy so we were thinking you could carry us to our destination.

    Kola: Is like you people are mad.

    An old woman pushes past the ladies and walks up to Kola.

    Old Woman: Is it not you they are calling Superman?

    Kola: Yes, mama.

    Old Woman: Come and help me carry tomato.

    Kola: (infuriated) Because I am alabaru?


    It is afternoon and Kola is laying on his bed. The TV is on and a newscaster is reading the news.

    His girlfriend, Lola, is laying next to him. She starts to touch his chest.

    Kola: Lola, I don’t have any energy for all this one o.

    Lola: (sits up in anger) But you can fly up and down?

    Newscaster: Babajide Sanwo Olu has said there will now be a tax for people who want to be flying in Lagos.

    Kola sits up.

    Newscaster: And Lai Mohammed has said Superman will be going to face the bandits this week. 

    Kola starts sweating.

    Lola: Baby, are you fine?

    Newscaster: The bandits, who are armed with AK-47, sniper rifles and tanks, are no match for Nigeria’s Superman, Lai Mohammed says.

    Kola jumps up out of bed and starts packing some clothes into a small bag.

    Lola: Baby! Are you travelling?! Baby!

    Kola ignores her and continues. Lola’s phone pings as a message comes in.

    Lola: Babe, it’s your mum.

    Kola: (whirls around) What’s wrong?!

    Lola: She said you should come and carry her car from traffic.

    Kola:

    Kola’s phone starts to ring. Kola picks it.

    Kola: Hello!

    Caller: There is a robbery going on!

    Kola: I am travelling oh!

    Caller: Please! Help us!

    Kola: (sighs) I am coming.

    Kola rushes out of the house.


    At Diamond Bank, there are hostages on the floor and six armed robbers are ordering the cashiers to fill their bags with money. Kola bursts into the bank.

    Kola: Everybody! Follow me out.

    Robber: Na you dem dey call Superman?

    Kola glares at him.

    Hostage: I knew he would come!

    Robber: Me sef don know say you go come.

    The robber cocks his gun and Kola scoffs.

    Hostage: Superman can chest the bullet. All your bullets!

    Kola: (to the hostage) It’s true, but don’t be shouting too much.

    Robber: This one no be ordinary bullet. Na Babalawo do am.

    Kola: Ehn?

    Robber: (nods) He say once he touch you like this, na heaven you go wake.

    Hostage: It’s a lie! Superman can chest it! Spray him!

    Kola: (to the hostage) Your own is starting to get too much o.

    Robber: Make we test am for your body?

    Kola looks around at the hostages. They look at him, pleadingly.

    Robber: Make we test am?

    Kola: (to the hostages) Aunty, dress for me to sit down, please.

    Kola joins the hostages on the floor. They frown and move away from him.


    There is a long queue outside of a building. Kola is on the queue with other people. His phone starts to ring. Kola picks it up.

    Caller: Hello! There was an accident on the Ilorin express!

    Kola: Is anybody injured?! Which side?

    Caller: Not like that.

    Kola: Ehn?

    Caller: Our tyre removed and fell inside bush.

    Kola: So nobody is injured?

    Caller: Ehn. 

    Kola: So, I should be coming to Ilorin for what?

    Caller: Won’t you carry us? We have naming ceremony, and we don’t have anybody to take us.

    Kola switches off his phone. He reaches the front of the line.

    Officer: What can I do for you today, sir?

    Kola: I want to collect Canada visa, please. I’ll even manage that place they are fighting war.

    Check back every Friday by 2pm for new stories in the Just Imagine series.