Whatever goes into the Pensive, comes out blunt.
Whatever goes into the Pensive, comes out blunt.
Not a football fan. Always said I’m a Manchester United fan by choice. My ex was a Man U fan so it was in order for me to be one as well, you know, supportive girlfriend. Anyway, I hadn’t made plans to attend the Copa lagos. I was welcomed with a Vip ticket by a friend who had just returned from the states (any one you think it should be) and voila! I found myself there the next day. I wasn’t particularly interested with what was going on either, I only accompanied her there as a favor plus I needed to get out clearing my head and it seemed like a perfect opportunity. We arrived when the first match was over and the South African- Nigerian match was about to start. We climbed up to our stand and the view from up there was brilliant. The organizers had put too much time and investment into this and it was clearly worth it. Everything was well built to perfection and the cheerleaders weren’t half bad (except for the Nigerian cheer-leading team that could be likened to the atilogu dancers from beyond). Turnout was great as well
and the sales weren’t far off from course.
The tickets had been sold out I heard so many people couldn’t get in on the day. The match kicked off almost immediately, the commentator making a tantrum (who was he?) and Nigeria did us proud by winning the game with ease as well. This got me thinking- it is easier for us to play soccer on sand- (not so solid ground)- but difficult on the field- (solid ground). I stopped watching Nigerian matches after Messi trashed us during the Under-17 that brought about his fame and recognition (….and wealth today)- but this match brought some kind of hope and interest that had been lost a long time ago.
And a suggestive idea.
If we are so horrible at football, why don’t we invest more in beach soccer? I mean if we have chosen to excel in such an infamous sport, we might as well be known for something else that’s good and has ‘soccer’ attached to it so we are still on track…and save us the trauma of having to face the failure of our national football team… plus this one has more cute guys unlike football… very good investment indeed.
P.S i met a dude at the event called Emeka and i sorta went MIA later. if you read this, holla. we can like to set the P. #okbye
i know its a week old but anyway the day everyone had been waiting for did arrive with the hope that it’s worth the 3 month prolonged hype. Apparently though, a few other events had been fixed for the same day and if you had to attend all, you had to be on a particularly mapped out schedule. And so my friends and I found ourselves with a whole day lined up with events and the plan was to stop by at every one of them even if it was just to make an appearance- we were here- tickets didn’t waste- kinda thing. But for the love Hype of ‘Not Just Ok’ concert, we had second thoughts and decided to head there instead.
We got to the venue quite alright at about 8pm, hoping we weren’t late. A crowd had started to build up and we only imagined it would be the same case on the inside.
We said hi to friends at the VIP entrance where we would enter through, chit-chatted for a little while, all the time, an intentional fashionable appearance on our minds. At about 9pm we were ready to roll and so we made our way in, the loud music resonating, a good sign that all was going well until we got in.
Don’t get me wrong, it had guests quite alright, we were guests, don jazzy was there (even though he looked like he was bored out of his mind) and a couple of artistes, if not all, came around to support the crew that has been there for them all these years and not to forget, the under aged kids in their numbers but where were the real guests? The ones to cheer and tell of the stories (good or bad however the case may be) later? The ardent fans, the reason you have that establishment up in the first place- where were they? The place, aside the invited guests, was practically empty- or should I say the guest section. Empty! What was left of the crowd had to proceed to the stage area to #OccupyIt. It was a sad sight indeed.
Apparently, all of Lagos (if I’m not exaggerating) had come out to play that night, but if they weren’t at the Not Just Ok Concert, where were they? Answer is easy. Everywhere else. Most of it, at Slu…ssh! A house party organized by social guru, Noble Igwe.
That’s what happens when you have almost 10 events in one night. It’s no longer an event, it becomes an argument of whose is better or is stronger. A battle of wit. Even if all of the organizers are friends as well. And would shake hands the next day.
Lets be reasonable though, did all of them have to fix that day for their event? I mean let’s face it, we all knew they were coming up. And before we the masses get to know, they insiders- the organizers- know. Couldn’t they have picked a separate day for themselves? Now the gist is that the day should have been set out for NJO concert alone because it’s their first and they flew all the way for it only to meet disappointment. But this is surely a lesson learnt- that social media hype isn’t the same as reality. Don’t expect same reactions from both especially when you’re not in town to know what its like. You see those twitter people, they will deceive you- all I takes is to type it. They love you. Doesn’t add or remove value from their lives but you’ve become a social media superstar, forgetting there’s reality.
And so the crowd converged at Slu..shh which turned out to be a huge success, unfortunately for the lot who dissed it before the D-day. Not even Akon’s appearance at the Cintron launch or the cute Osaze kept the crowd away. At the end, everyone came through.
Will Not Just ok survive this bitter taste to their first meal? Maybe, maybe not. But one thing’s for sure, they would probably never overrate themselves and underrate their loyal fans- Major lesson!