sponsors

Since time immemorial ladies have always been attracted to a man who had is s**t together. That successful hunter had women salivating for the piece of meat; the champion wrestler had the best women vying for his attention (case in point Okonkwo) and the warriors, the brave warriors who weren’t afraid to cut people’s head off and hung them in their huts like a president’s portrait. But then that was then. Gone is the culture, in with modernism, which I doubt because we are embracing someone’s culture. That’s an unending argument, besides the fact that we’ve come too far to look back.

The modern times has presented a moral dilemma to African societies. From dressing, mannerism and recently the rise of sponsors [I envision a day in the future where kids will be told of ‘the sponsor era, with the same gusto as the Victorian era]. We would love to castigate it, terming it a vice, but in the end, it’s just like a trade-and there are perfect market conditions of demand and supply if my business teacher taught me right.