Nigeria, June 21 -- This morning I am persuaded to stop you on your track and ask you, what a hell do you think you are?

I have paid a very close attention to you. Placed tabs on you and monitored you. What do u think you are, becomes more of a signature query in my mind, a query very imposing.

Who are you by the way? Who are you? You think you know yourself? By what you do? What you wear? Your hustle and perhaps by the impression, validation and praises of people. Hmmmm! Holding the tail of an eel if that is what validates who you are. Obviously yourself is still hidden and strange to you if that is the case.

The noise, the activities, the hustle and bustle, the fake smiles of people, their hype and propaganda, their vain praises and ...