Today, a weasel crawled out. It is a rainy day, so his hole was murky, so he was forced out to look for food
Then I dropped it. I’ve done 66 plays, and he cringed.
Ohh no u haven’t, he sniffed with catarrh coming out of his drug-addled nostrils
I dropped a defective list that had 49 plays, and he jumped for joy
Finally, I have him. He snored to his silent backers
Edgar, u are a con, he sniffed. U have not done 66, you have been caught out – he snored as he jumped for joy
I smiled to myself as I dragged him along, allowing him to jump around naked, exposing his scabies-infected bum
This fella has made it a point of duty to come at me. Giving himself the position of the gatekeeper to an industry he claims fraternity cos he failed out of it in the university
Ohhh, u are just a marketer, he would say to the applause of his coven mates who pretend to be better than him but are worse with their silence, which he now takes as fuel in his attempt at ridiculing his superior
A man who has never stared at the mirror, who has never lifted a pen to scribble and who has never climbed a stage to wretch would find some justification to come at me, his eternal superior
I kept stringing him and his invincible backers along, and he kept mulling over his stench at my so-called faux pas
It didn’t even cross his mind that, no matter the number-66 or 44 or 2 sef, this was a major shift in the space
The most prolific flow of productions keeping thespians busy and redefining the space with some of the most colourful productions and reintroducing a new market to Theatre
No, he won’t see this. His sepentine hatred for me and what I represent blinds him to the renaissance that we are triggering at the Duke of Shomolu
He annoys me, irritates me and makes me feel like squashing him under my expensive boots like a rodent
I know him, seen him like thrice, crossed-eyed, dirty-looking, with froth permanently on one side of his lips
Once went to his office to see his MD and saw him nestled in a tiny cubicle with dirty collars and just staring at me and his Boss helplessly with no value to add to the discussion
Till i got the sponsorship and closed the deal, he was never called into the room, even though he was sopposedly in charge and this is the moron who dares come at me every time I say a word in a group that we unfortunately both belong to
When I had had enough, I dropped the full spreadsheet – all my 66 plays in their glory and added that by the end of the year it will be 72, restating my claim of having the most body of works in postmodern Nigerian theatre
He lost it and started calling me names in his native Yoruba language – he called me agbaya Oshii, and I called his mother a prostitute
Bullies like this can railroad a weaker person out of his vision
What does it matter if it is 66 or 3? It’s still an effort. Why attempt to bring me down at every turn? Why attempt to ridicule me at every slight opportunity when you really have nothing to fall back on as a human being
People call behind and say – Ignore, but with my military training, I take on the challenge straight up
I will not be silent in the face of bullying, especially not from a dog who seems to be lurking around the group waiting for me to say something, and then he pounces
It’s fire for fire, and I don’t even care that it will be an uneven fight since he truly can’t even afford a meal, talk less of a sustained warfare that can quickly move from verbal to a physical altercation that would see me beat the cold amala out of this urchin and still spend some good money to legally stifle him if it gets there
What does it matter if it is 66 or 7? What does it matter if it’s even just one ? What matters is that something is being done
Let’s go petty with this vermin as I await a fine opportunity to put on a glove and beat the living daylight out of him and then pay for his treatment at the nearest STD treatment facility
Idiot
Duke of Shomolu
Last modified: June 11, 2026
