Inching towards 30, that's quite a stretch, I have endured three sceptic decades of the Nigeria mantra "e go better", witnessed countless military coups and the ensuing democratic transition they brought. I think I am overplaying how old I am but I am sure you get the point already.

I am not close to being a Dinosaur yet but quite close to a Mammoth, yes you heard me right I am a human Mammoth with a miniscule body.

I am very much like a shrew, a tiny old man with reclining limbs and a dried up chin devoid of facial hair, how do I even enrol as a Yoruba demon when I have no facial hair, I need a saving grace albeit pronto, puberty still evades me, no deep and esnaring voice and I smile like a stuffed bear, no wicked smile and the seeming meanness and friggin fright that comes with being thirty is nowhere close to me.

I hate it when people tinker with me till it heralds a breaking point, being stunt doesn't mean I am dumb, it's tiring enough that they pay no cursory attention to the respect rendered and are not smart enough to reciprocate such in a work environment, countless times I have had to show them the senile and manic side of me just so I can get some respect.

It's super tiring being an old man in a boys body, for now i am just gonna revel in my stunt grace and enjoy it while it last, life is too short to think of facial hair and what not