The Melancholic Millennial

  Photo credit: Sassy Funke I was on my own, minding my business in my distinguished corner of the danfo , munching plantain chips and dreaming of the day when I'll be gifted a hovercraft in addition to my Nobel Prize for Literature; when the woman sitting beside me tapped me: "Sister! You no go talk? " My startled reply was "about what?" Apparently, while I was shaking Wole Soyinka's hand, my co-passengers were shaking a very familiar table. The table of feminism. From what I gathered, the argument started when a middle aged man called in on a radio program, and expressed his dismay at his wife's lack of understanding, that just because he had a concubine does not mean he didn't love her.  Every other passenger, except myself, the woman beside me and a school girl, were men. They agreed with the caller. They were shouting the motion that if a married man falls in love with another woman, it doesn't take away anything from t

Jọn Wick bụ otu fịm di kpọ-kpọ gbasara nlọghachi otu nwoke bụvụrụ odogwu n'uwa ndi ogbu-mmadu. Ihe mere o ji lọghachi bụ maka mmegwara ọ chọrọ ime otu oluku a na-akpọ Iosef Tarasov (Alfie Allen). Ọ maka iberibe umu okorobịa na-enweghi isi na ọdụ, ka okpo a ji wee kụwasi mgbupu ụlọ Jọn, ya n'enyi ya wee baa, zuo ụgbọala Jọn, kuwaputakwa ọbara n'ahụ Jọn. Ọ bụrụ na ha kwụsịrị ebe a, onwe ike John agbahara ha, mana ha bịa mezie nke kasi njọ: ha ji otu mgbo gbuo nkịta Jọn. Chere. Nnyegodi nkịta a, aha ya bụ Daisy, nkeji ekwughi ọkwa. Daisy bụ onyinye Helen, nwunye Jọn, mere ka o ruo aka Jọn na nsote akwamozu ya. Nkịta a wee bụzie ihe ikpeazu jikọ Jọn na nwunye ya ọhụkasi n'anya. Ọ maka nwaanyị a ka Jọn ji mee ihe ndi mmadụ chee enweghị omume, ka ọ wee pụọ n'ụwa ndi ogbu-mmadu. Oluku a wee were aka gbuo nkịta a k'anwụnta. Ọ bụrụ na m bụ onye di mkpa n'ụwa a, a ka m isi ka onye ọ bụla n'ụwa jee kirie Jọn Wick (Ndi karịsịa bụ ndị na-agụ Antoropolọgi, Sa

(7 minute read) The first lesson the thrilling John Wick taught me, was that my choices could make me a slave to my passions; and to be  a slave to one's passions, is to step down from the pedestal of 'humanity' into the abyss of 'animality'--if that's even a real word. I've made you wait long enough. I hope you haven't lost interest yet, because the two other lessons are equally as important as the first. Here they are: 2) No Freedom, No Peace:   I once read a magnificent article about 'beauty', and one of the quotes that have stuck with me from that article are these words: peace is the innate nature of man . I hope these words just struck you the way they struck me. I found them powerful, attractive but elusive. I didn't understand how peace was connected to the nature of man, until I watched John Wick. John is a character that will eternally desire peace--us too; and for a time, he had it, with his wife. But the moment h