Wole Soyinka and his “goons”, as the man affectionately calls them, are the “Bad Brothers” and the Pyrates Confraternity is the “Bad Brotherhood”. It is only the long staggering history of theft, manipulation, racketeering, corruption, abuse, brutality, slavery and many inhumane practices that unambiguously establish the justification and evidence of the descriptor “Bad”.
Fire!!! Fire!! I have to say it again, Fire!!! When two or more Otukas are gathered, a fire is nearby ready to consume habitually bad men mercilessly. No ashes remain and the fire is too hot to scream in. Keg of rum and seas of brine cannot quench it. The fire though is always a potentiality and it is only the purity of the human spirit the Otuka encases that turns him away from such an eschatology of the wicked. Inevitably, sometimes it has to done. Plenty of indications nto announcement required.
The Otuka (a.k.a. Akan da Eniyan) is born into this world very lonely, living on his own terms, mostly, he misunderstands everyone else, he is misunderstood by everyone else. For those he encounters everyone else is his challenge and he is everyone else’s challenge. Trouble? His life is never easy even if gifted, successful, powerful or content and is harder when this is not the case. He, as the intersection of misunderstanding cannot find a like mind as others naturally e.g. like thieves and drunkards. What frustration, yet he thrives.
A new breakaway has emerged out of the National Association of Seadogs (NAS) recently and is known as the “Jibaluka Confraternity”. While the exact details of the Jibaluka Confraternity is yet to be released to the public, it is certain that the preponderance of ennui within NAS caused it. This ennui is generated in the way Seadogs are treated. There are expected to pay their dues like men, attend meetings like men, practice brotherhood like men, take on responsibilities like men and uphold the tenets they are oathed to uphold like men, however, it is also demanded they obey orders like little boys afraid of the cane. Zombiism of another kind. Many cannot stand it any longer. Continue reading
When the realm governed by the Bad Brother is hollowed out from the inside by the purposeful preponderance of evil, excesses and abuses to the point everything that held it together is so polluted and its rules irreparably unenforceable, a power vacuum is created. That is the art of negotiating oneself out of power by sloth. Folly. The high and mighty in society that once gave credibility and legitimacy to the realm turn their honourable backs and conveniently depart gradually if they were not expelled earlier; the least among men devoid of rectitude, creativity and intelligence then come into ascendance and potentially power by way of hunter-gather style ambition. The realm then gets hollowed out further till the skin breaks from the inside to the surface. Only the memories remain and the smell. Continue reading