Growing up, the only people who covered their faces like these were the night-soil men who collected human waste at night from buckets, cesspools, and privies and sometimes used it as manure.
They had to do this because of the shame associated with their jobs. They allowed society to deride them and so made their job a subject of ridicule. I remember growing up in Surulere, whenever they passed with their trucks, we the children will shout “Agbe po” and they will, in turn, dump some at your gate as a form of retaliation.
In the same vein, Comedians back in the days were referred to as Oniyeye, AlawAda, never do wells… etc but so many years after with the efforts of the greats that came before me, we have become an accepted “serious” part of society and an industry that employs thousands and has become probably the most vibrant art form in recent time.
WHERE AM I GOING? Simple!
BE PROUD OF WHAT YOU DO,
KEEP REINVENTING AND THERE WILL BE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL but sha…
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