By Joe Effiong
The other day I watched on Emmanuel TV how Prophet T. B. Joshua commanded a man who had been having a prolonged erection, to come out.
Trust T. B. Joshua; he doesn’t appear to have P.R. when on duty. So he just said; “There is one man there whose pe**s has been standing for sometimes now and has refused to go down. Come out; you are wearing a white shirt. Come out now.”
And suddenly, a man holding on to his crotch came out. But the surprising part of the drama was that even before the man got the pulpit (or is it what that is called in the Synagogue?), the wife who was walking behind him was rejoicing; jumping and praising God even before Joshua told the husband; “You went and slept with one fair complexioned woman, since then your pe**s has refused to go down.” He then swung he right hand and the man fell flat on the ground. And Joshua said; “It is over”; meaning normalcy has returned to that troubled and troublesome region.
I just didn’t know specifically why the wife was rejoicing? But I can imagine the husband experimenting continuous with the wife whether the stubborn thing would take a bow after several performances; but it still kept on standing. But by the man and his naughty John Thomas falling at the Synagogue, the wife joy knew no bounds.
If I’m sounding a bit irreverent today, please forgive me. My writing skills almost atrophied because of disuse. Every time I wanted to say something, the attack dogs would howl and I would run with my tail in between my legs back to the safety cocoon of see-no-evil; say-no-evil. I didn’t even want to write again this year; but something tickled my fancy today when I went to the mechanic village to search for the window of my car that was broken by whoever yesterday at INEC office the under watchful eyes and sniffing noses of over-armed security men.
When the guy who sells glasses at the mechanic village saw the car and asked me what happened and I explained to him, he exclaimed; “This una erection sef! That is why I can’t vote for anybody. Erection de bring too much trouble.” Hmmm!
It suddenly dawned on me that election and erection are almost the same. When their fever grips a man or women, until the result is “released”; there shall be no peace. And sometimes even when the result has been released, those who had not directly contributed to its frenzy would still be in trouble like the woman at the Synagogue. Nobody knows how many times her husband had released the results of his philandering with the “white” woman on her if only to bring rock solid everlasting erection to calm; but to no avail.
I thought that the tension that trailed these last general elections in Nigeria would go immediately the results are released; I didn’t know that the release would equally spew up enough orgasm to break glasses of cars belonging to poor people like us who are too afraid to pick party nomination form gratis, even of those de-registered parties like PRP.
I will only plead with Their Excellencies, elect or erect, to-be or not-to-be, to please tell their supporters to allow us recover our lives so that when we write or make comments on what our colleagues have written, it would not be purely to insult otherwise very respectable people in our society whose only offence has been to have contested election, winning or losing. Or our hitherto very innocuous comments would no longer be seen as heresies, which should attract castration as punishment, by your supporters.
I’m always accused of writing long essays on facebook. I wouldn’t fall into that trap today. You know after more than for three months of intellectual hibernation, I’m now learning how to write again. I know many of our colleagues are also experiencing this temporary intellectual menopause. So I shouldn’t write long; after all, I’m not a very long or tall person. Everything in and on me, from head to toe, is as short and stocky as I am. That is how my writing should henceforth be. Let the post-election orgasm not squirt us into further intellectual inertia or hysteria. Let’s go back to being Nigerians, Akwa Ibomites, professionals, above all, unbiased writers. After all, the politicians are already thinking about 2019. Therefore we should help ourselves recover our artistic manhood, now that the politicians have dispensed with their 2015 erection, biko nu!