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The photocopy project




This is an issue I have to discuss. Before I get to it  I have decided that I am going full on Nigerian from now till June next year, thus I will buy Nigerian, eat Nigerian and even... wait for it.... listen to Nigerian music even watch sound city!!!!! imagine that. I haven't even done 1 week and I am tired. Not because Nigerian music does not inspire but some of them are such replicas of the others you won't believe. That aside I am here to discuss the photocopy project: you know all those women that take on all the interests of the men they are with? and how they are celebrated without end.

Your man likes jazz so you like Jazz, he likes soccer so you wear the jersey and endure 90mins from hell in  a state of extreme boredom for him. Your man likes games so thus you are now a hotshot gamer. Then you break up with him move on to the next man, suddenly you like old school reggae and hardcore rap, no more Chelsea now Arsenal.
I have been guilty of this crime, I have taken on certain interests of my significant other, never took on soccer though I just cannot.  But I was young and impressionable, my concern is when fully grown women in their 30s are busy tooting drums for things in which they have absolutely no interest.
And Mr Man what are you needing a photocopy project for, are you so self absorbed that the prospect of having a woman who brings a different view to the table totally threatens your life? Just think about all the people she has had to become in order to be this girl before you now. all those other teams she has supported all the other personality changes she has undergone... Tedious...

This is an affront to the women who have put in their backs to become fully formed and complete people and know their identity so that when you find them to complete that rib they help in blood flow and proper circulation too. Lol. I understand that supporting the interests of your partner is important, support like when his team loses you make that pepper soup he likes and wear that nice nightie... or something along those lines. Offering a listening ear and support have nothing to do with a total loss of identity. It is Okay to like what you like. Your dreams too are valid.

All this just popped in my heard because I was watching yet another Nigerian music video on 100% Naija  on MTV Base. I just tire, God forbid the girl likes to read and write or sew. Its different if you are lucky enough to find a female replica of yourself that loves the exact things you do, but I am a firm believer in the fact that our differences make us more interesting.  What do I know anyway?

#justsaying

xo.
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