THE SNOB

"THE SNOB"

WRITTEN BY JOY EKPO

They suddenly Nick named me "Snob". This is borne out of the feeling that I make the look up in what is locally called "forming". The picture is more obvious in those days my eyes get up As I seriously keep going up in very serious gaits.

Every day and night I find this transparent bottle framing my face, Leaving me in this formal nature clothed in strict madamic gestures. Approaching me for friendship will need God's own hands to meet the pace. And you may need to practice some advocacy skills as fright would colour your mode with hot vocabulary paints.

At least that's my picture in their eyes. If only they could understand it's my undoing. If only they could see that my meek identity has been falsely interpreted for hostility and that's softly defamatory. And I hope they see this too.

If only they could see the comedian in me. How I invoke laughter and smiles with so much ease and allow those around operate with so much peace. A peace that only the Son, my bro, can give. But on a second thought Is it my fault that I am myopic? I think it takes a lot to be on glasses. And far more to deal with false voices.