Werey In Disguise…

The time has come for the Werey to enter disguise, and begin to look normal, like the rest of you sorry lot…

“When did you cut our hair!”? “Haaa!? I didn’t recognize you!”  These are about the commonest of the reactions that I have received from friends, neighbors, and followers on social media. “I hope a Delilah is not involved in this?”  This is the rarer, but not quite infrequent query that has also been directed at me. To all without exception, let me be clear; the Werey, has merely camouflaged himself.

I have recounted the story of the beginnings of my decision not to comb my hair, but what might be lost on most, is that I had reacquired the right to comb my hair, once Yele was out on the draconian bail terms in Abuja. After the trio of Agba Jalingo, Yele Sowore, and Mandate, were released from their various detentions, I had discovered a different use for the matted mass on my head, and this is why it endured for over a year after the right to comb had accrued.

As my hair matted, and I acquired a wild weird look, I began to look increasingly like a lunatic, even as my words and the cadence of my voice, were accentuated by my looks. That I have always been rather vain and fastidious about my physical appearance, an affliction that I happily wasn’t touched by in my adolescence, did not help the confusion of the Nigerian peoples with whom I have sought to engage. I was living the essence of my message; we have as a people, inverted normalcy, and have instead normalized insanity. That I would enter a season where I was blessed with several pulpits, from where to preach, was a divinely orchestrated agenda, and I am grateful for the time that we have shared together at that level.

In the season when most of you came to engage with me, I was revealed as a mad man. I looked insane, my ideas sounded insane to most of you, and my predictions regarding this country and its evil rulers, sounded even crazier. The more outlandish my predictions seemed, the more Nigeria and its evil rulers have proven me to be correct. But that was yesterday’s anointing: The time has come for the Werey to enter disguise, and begin to look normal, like the rest of you sorry lot.

The struggle for the liberation of Nigeria has entered a new phase. We now have to look like the enemies that we fight, without ever becoming as them. Moses must speak in Pharaoh’s tongue, behold Pharaoh as an equal, without ever becoming as Pharaoh. Ode ta n’lo, la mu’ra fun. The dress, must fit the occasion, and the Werey, must now travel around in disguise.

DF