simply oroque's view

okay so usually, i avoid topics bordering on religion, politics and sexuality...but this one is hard to ignore (and as fearless blogger, i must bite the bullet). i woke up this morning and my timeline was full of comments castigating the bloody waste of time and tax payers money that is the the new anti-same sex marriage law. the nigerian senate passed it into law a few days ago (14 years imprisonment etc). the honest truth is that everyone is cautious about this topic because it is like holding palm oil while wearing white. no matter what side of the fence you're on in terms of your sexual preference, you are bound to get stained if you as much as say the wrong thing on the matter - and anything you say can and will be wrong. if you disagree with the new law, you're clearly an undercover gay person and if you agree with the new law openly, you're a shameless homophobe. i guess this explains why interestingly, all of the people i know who are vocal against the new law - o...

okay, so i've been asked more than once in the past week, what email address my readers can use to reach me. i perfectly appreciate that one or two blog posts may be off the mark and you may not want to say that in the comment section and would rather drop me a silent line on your thoughts. so, being the democratic believer (having seen what happened to mubarak et al), i have decided to create a dedicated email account to this blog: simplyoroquesview@gmail.com and i hope to get an avalanche of mails...but those who know me beyond the blog, drop me lines all the time and ask me weird questions like the one below: "when you write with dripping sarcasm and unpopular opinion, are you inspired by any persons living or dead?" what i'd really like to say in response to that would be: "now look here missy, you really need to get your blood pressure checked or some other random stuff that will keep you the heck busy. i mean like seriously? you actually sat down and...

i just stumbled on Gist Merchants blog post today where he mentioned the many moral failings of nigerian society today. i actually didn't have any comment to make to that post because it was stating an obvious reality but then it triggered the recollection of an incident that occured a few days ago. for context, gist merchant noted that the socially entrenched need to respect older people whether known or unknown had long since gone. some of the comments to that post noted that children now look familiar elders in the eye and walk on by like nothing happened without so much as a good morning. all i could think when i read that comment was, 'you're having it good if all these startlets do wrong is not greet you'. i wouldn't be less bothered if a fly shat on a wall. so there i was after work one day, heading home when i dropped from my car two houses away by a row of shops. i wanted to buy something or the other and hadn't quite stood there for a minute (waiting...

i just heard the second most horrifying story this year. so yesterday, someone i know was on her way to work. now here's the set up...you know how in lagos, a lot of people work on the island and live on the mainland. many people who do not have cars, hitch rides with people they see in their neighbourhood but never really know. like how i may know titi, and we are waiting at the busstop one day when titi see her friends neighbour living near her house and he drops us both at the island and from that day, we become his passengers. so, my friend is me in this scenario and her neighbour is titi, and the man they follow to work is that titi's person that my friend really doesn't know like that. so thats how they were headed to the island from the mainland when they got to oworo and from the left side, a brand new toyota corolla going at top speed just began to edge them to the side of the road, almost as if to avoid a third car that was pushing that toyota from its own lan...

its just weird how everyone i meet or talk to for more than 30 minutes ends up assuming that i am psychologist...you  know, those guys that white people go and pay to allow them vent? whatever they're called, thats what i always end up being. in the past week alone i have been inundated by tales from men and women who i assumed where having a blast in their private lives. its even weirder that the longer and most organic vents come from married people. which often leaves me wondering, "why do people actually get married?". is there some secret money given by the government, is there a financial benefit...is lonesomeness that killing?! the baseline of all the conversations i've had show one common thread...women spend their entire lives trying to wrest control of the man's life. pure and simple. all the married women seem more interested in uprooting anyone who appears closer to their husbands (even biologically related folk who were there before they appeared) and...