The Metha has a weird way of expressing what he believes are his greatest achievements. Take this one for example:
“Since I was a kid my dream has always been to become a boxer. Nobody ever believed in me or my dream. There was no precedent for it. There was no opportunity for it. My village didn’t have a gym within a 50 mile radius.” (by Francis Ngannou).
Issue is that the people who built the Pyramids, who invented Jollof (which you chop nyafu-nyafu like an idiot), the person who invented the thatch-roofing that went over your Ancestors’ Heads, who invented Trigonometry, who dreamed Fractals, etc., all these people never talked like this.
But, the Mis-Educated Than His Ancestors, the METHA, has been so brainwashed into Victimhood that he believes himself an anomaly, a kind of disease from a very diseased group of people. And so when he achieves what he deems to be “successful,” he looks back and admires his shadow, his reflection in the water, like an idiot, eating Jollof, nyafu-nyafu, like no one invented that one!
Who’s supposed to believe in you? Your mother? What kind of men is Africa producing these days? What careless talk, careless thoughts and careless spirits!
The METHA is silly. Just plain silly, with a mind the size of a pea!
