Article written by Charly Boy. Find it below...
Hey! come and see Nigerians all over the world, holding Oputa Panel on top of my fathers burial. Kassala deyooooo.
My
father's burial may have come and gone, but tongues are still wagging
about all the drama that went down. No be The CharlyBoy Show? I must
confess that my pop's burial was the biggest show I ever put together in
all my years as an event organizer; it also turned out the biggest
burial show across the Niger. Who wan try. Abegi! 3Gbosa for the man wey
sabi. Continue...
From
New York to London, Sweden to Helsinki, India to China, the trending
topic was how "CharlyBoy snatched the microphone from Rochas Okorocha,
the Governor of the state of Imo".
Comments flying in different directions about what happened, the people involved, the controversies, the virgins...Kai.
People
ask why CharlyBoy is who he is. Why have two days of musical concerts
after the death of his iconic father? Why argue or fight a sitting
governor – doesn’t he fear the veto venom of a man in power? Why walk
around with 6 feet tall, provocatively clad girls wearing bizarre wigs
in public, even in the presence of God, his wife and the dearly
departed? For some reason, the last one elicits more provocation than
most questions about my dear alter ego, CharlyBoy.
Funny
how envy, anger, timidity, mongopark mentality, hypocrisy and
sycophancy have crippled the minds of many of my brothers and sisters.
Oh my God!
A
lot of people in Nigeria live in fear and express it through anger,
jealousy and spite – everything acceptable; than actually having the
courage to face that fear and be the person they really were made to be.
Me I no send. The CharlyBoy brand is me doing my job well – it’s an
image, a character invented to shake monotonous minds from their daily
doldrums and pull them away from the comforts of the familiar, just for a
while. All we have seen from pictures and videos from the weeklong
event is more than enough to stir excitement and controversy – good and
bad.
Let me warn: those who are easily shocked should be prepared to be shocked even more and more often.
I
have been called everything from a cheap publicity monger to a cult
leader. Those "Charlys Virgins" whose tests are yet to be confirmed have
been identified by busybodies as my grand-daughters, spiritual wives,
satan’s handmaidens. Hummmmmm! Big deal. I have always known that
insecure people put up boundaries but confident ones tear them down.
Spiritual people have church picnics.
The
kind of ass-licking and shit-eating that goes on in Imo State is for
lack of a better word, infuriating and obnoxious. Chai there is
Godooooo.
How
did the Day of Tributes organised by the Imo State Government on behalf
of the great Justice Oputa turn into a political campaign front and a
seminar in ass-kissing? Why would anyone expect me to sit down and
listen to politicians begging for goodwill from the governor while using
the memory of my late father as an opportunity? What an insult on his
name! God punish them die. The Imo State government has no shame
anymore, the sycophants and megalomaniacs calling themselves leaders
whose pictures litter every street corner and roundabout in Owerri
begging for a second try at doing nothing who exchange naira for
loyalty. Claps in the Church of God is not what would get you
re-elected, my brother Rochas, bear that in mind.
The
interesting thing about all this is that the people, the ordinary men
and women that Imo government is supposed to, yet refuses to serve, are
the ones hailing the AreaFada, why? Could it be that the
poverty-stricken Imolites are hailing The AreaFada because they feel
battered by the mental rape committed against them by their leaders and
yet, are afraid and feel powerless to defend themselves, to fight back? I
am especially referring to the men and women of Oguta who are not just
powerless, timid and foolishly arrogant but refuse to seek any control
of their lives from the government. They just sit there and survive,
suffering and smiling sheepishly.
How
can an entire town, the Blue Lake city, go without electricity for good
six years and not do or say anything about it? Not six days or six
months, but SIX YEARS!! After all the promises that Rochas gave of
giving Oguta electricity for a few days for the Justice Oputa funeral,
we did not see even a flash of electricity.
These
my home-town people, in my opinion, are polluted and disillusioned by
their false arrogance from being well positioned in the 1930s and 40s
when they traded with the white man, when they had UAC and John Holt and
did good business better than the people in the hinterland. Those were
the good old days, gone with the wind. Even as an oil producing
community, what do they have to show for it? Politically, they are
wanting, socially they are timid; many of them inundated by fear and
poverty. They may have thought themselves to be something six decades
ago, but are nowhere politically in this decade, not even one Imo State
cabinet member is from Oguta. Tufiakwa!
I
am sure that this was one of the reasons some cousins of mine decided
to go looking for Rochas Okorocha to beg for forgiveness on my behalf.
Who send them? That's how they got to Imo State government house without
seeing the governor. After the governor's aids sized them up, they
concluded that they were only a hungry bunch of PIRATED Oputas. Shebi,
they came back with their tail between their legs, shameless souls!
Desperate mongrels looking for a piece of leftover rotten flesh wherever
they could hound. Their plans failed, woefully. People who swallow pain
killer for someone else' headache! Can you imagine, apologise for what?
Truth
be told, I come from a good pedigree, trained by a great man. I know
the law and can't be caught dead breaking it. Upon all my ruggedness,
there was no way, I, Charles Oputa, would have snatched a microphone
from someone speaking no matter how much I hate what the person does. I
get sense, am cultured and I went to one of the best universities in
the world. I am not a riffraff, neither am I a gutter ass like some of
these so called leaders.
At
the very least I’m honest about my identity (CharlyBoy), proud about my
upbringing and courageous in the face of crippling doubt about my
brand. I am however confident in the fact that I’m doing one thing many
will never accomplish in their short time on earth: leaving a legacy,
just like my father did. So park well.
There
is a method to my madness only understood by deep thinkers, not
sycophants and bootlickers. The difference between my darkness and yours
is that I can stare my own badness in the face and accept its existence
while you are busy covering your mirror with white linen sheet. The
difference between my sins and yours is that when I sin I know I'm
sinning while you have actually fallen prey to your own fabricated
illusions.
If
it makes people feel good calling me a devil worshipper and a thug,
when the very great Justice Oputa trained me and finally doffed his hat
for me and decided to preach the gospel of Charlyboyisim before he died,
mere mortals can go hug a transformer. I have a name that is knock on
wood. Anything you say, for your pocket.
I
am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I
tolerate them; if I find them otherwise, I break them. I am free because
I know that I, alone, am morally responsible for everything I do. It's
discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and a few
by deceit.
Instead
of wallowing in the bile of hypocrisy and envy, why don’t we search
ourselves and consider the deeper actions beneath all the pomp and
pageantry twisted and manipulated by the media? Is that prickly
sensation in your heart righteous indignation over the Oputa Funeral, or
just mere heartburn?
Check yourself – hypocrisy doesn't just wound, it kills permanently.
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