‘Gaying’ the Sayamedy: Andrei’s initiation to off-taste humour

(Allow me to share with you this work of Ianree Raquel, my intellectual amiga in the university.  I was there when this “Sayamedy” happened, and I was squirming in my seat.  Right there and then, I decided to write on this outrage.  But Aian wrote about it instead, and I could not have done a better job.  Read on… )

“You want to find yourself? Try humor.”

 

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WITH ANDREI, a four-year-old boy I have come to call my own son, I entered through the side door of the Teatro. Seeing the Teatro filled with students gave me a nostalgic feeling, reminding me of not-so-long-ago when I performed, debated, rehearsed, or simply acted as a good audience in this hall, famed for its egg-tray sound-proofing. “Say, ‘May I pass’,” I told Andrei as we made our way through the crowd. I have earlier asked one of my students to reserve front seats for us. “I’ll be with my son. I need a good view,” I pleaded.

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Ubba ni Ama

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Roughly translated, this Iluko phrase means: “Father carrying a child”.

I may be no fan to America, but the greatness of human spirit transcends geography, race, religion, and even time… and so he has my respect. No man has inspired humanity in recent times more than this guy. Continue reading “Ubba ni Ama”