Published on July 9th, 2012 | by thetoolsman57
Announcement: #TNC4 + For Colored Men: Blue
What is it?
The Naked Convos Series is an interactive event designed to create safe spaces where young people engage in open and honest conversations particularly about love, sex and relationships with an infusion of music, poetry, spoken words, amazing giveaways and other exciting activities. The Naked Convos #4 titled Love.Sex.More will have interesting discussion sessions built around love and sex.
The event will take place at The African Bar, Oriental Hotel. 3, Lekki Road, Victoria Island Lagos on Sunday 22nd of July from 3pm.
It will be hosted by Wale ‘Thetoolsman’ Adetula and Gbemi ‘Mz411’ Olateru-Olagbegi. The event will feature a very diverse panel of conversation starters as well as exciting performances and fun adult games.
TNC is a laidback, casual event but we encourage our guests to make the most of it.
Do I need an invite?
This time around, we are throwing the event open to everyone; there will be a token gate fee of N1000.
For questions or enquiries, email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
For those who can’t attend, you’ll be able to follow the event on twitter via the #TNC4 hashtag with live blogging through @TheNakedConvos handle.
We look forward to seeing you there.
For Colored Men
‘Blue Blood’ by @CapoeiraPanda
“Money may not mean much to you, but it’s everything to some people.”
I remember the day I heard this for the first time. My dad and I were walking along Broad Street. There’d been a lot of traffic on the way to his office and so we decided to walk the rest of the way instead of wasting time, waiting for it to clear. On the way there, more people than I could remember stopped us to beg for money, and my dad always gave them something. And then next thing I remember, we were surrounded by three area boys who decided that they wanted all the cash my dad had in his briefcase. They looked higher than the Globacom blimp that had been floating in the Marina sky, but in their eyes I saw something else; this money was important to them. It was so important that they would have killed us to get it. After he had given them the money and they piled up on their rickety okada and zoomed off, I asked my dad why they would do something so crazy just for money. And those were his words.
I’ve never understood why the entire world is so enamored with money. Why they’re willing to throw everyone under the bus to get some of that paper. As far as I’ve always been concerned, calling money a means of “exchange for value” is just bullshit, because at the end of the day, a price tag can never really be placed on the things that we really value the most.
But some people give more of a f*ck about money than they do anything else.
“You’ve been given everything you could ever need. Not everyone is like that; some people have to go out and get what they want.”
I’d never seen so much resentment in Charles’ eyes as he said that to me. We’d been best friends for six years, and I’d caught him stealing from me. We went to school together, ate together, hit all the big clubs together, chased the same chics together (truth is, we didn’t do much chasing. They were always there because of the money, and he always got his pick because he was with me)… He knew I’d have given him whatever he needed if he’d asked, but he preferred to steal from me, because he thought I wouldn’t understand.
And I don’t understand. Does having money automatically make my blood blue? Yes, I have money; lots of it. Or well, my family does. And I’ve suffered for it. Yes, I said it. I’ve suffered for having money my entire life. It’s the first thing people see when they look at me. Everyone wants a piece of what they think I have. I’ve spent my life always having to filter through leeches and silver penny suckers. And the truth is money isn’t all it’s made out to be. Money didn’t stop my mother from dying four months after I was born due to long term complications during my delivery. Money didn’t teach me to read, or how to ride a bicycle, or carry me to the hospital when I broke my arm playing “police & thief” with the local kids. That was my grandfather. Money didn’t stop the house help and the washman from playing “special game” with me when my dad was at work. It didn’t stop him from visiting jungle justice upon them either.
“Bros, anything for the boys?”
That’s what I hear from random people who barely know my name; from sixteen year olds to men old enough to be my grandfather; degrading themselves because they want me to hand out cash.
“Oga, you go need drop something oh.”
Everyone is looking to get something. From policemen who should be protecting and serving, to LASTMA officials who jump out on the road and try to get something even when I haven’t driven wrong, to guys that claim to be helpful Samaritans… all they want is to get squared.
“But baby, you know I love you… I just need some money for….”
So many girls all the time. Weaves, tickets, shoes, bags, clothes, shawarma… they always want something. That’s all it’s ever about; money. That’s why I could always do what I wanted and the police would leave me alone if there were any complaints. That’s why confra boys tried their best to “blend” me in my first and second years in Uni. Ask Nike, Ada, Tracy, Tolu, Ijeoma, Christina, Hauwa, Helen, Asiya, Kemi, Aureva, Nadine, and Ranti why they all tried to trap me with claims of pregnancy.
“Only those that have it in abundance, have the ability to say money isn’t everything.”
“Omo butty le leyi na. O ri oju e ni?” (This one na butter boy na. Can’t you see his face?)
They pulled on me as I got out of the club; four guys smelling like gin, cheap weed and desperation. They looked at me and decided I’d be easy to toy with. I gave them everything I had, but they didn’t believe me. I defended myself as best as I could; knocked one out, broke the ugly one’s nose… and then the short one with the head like a hammerhead shark pulled out a gun.
Money? What does that matter when you are lying on cold concrete with three bullets in your back?
“Blue blood flows just as easily as Red”
And so it begins. I’m so excited about this series and I hope you are too. It will run all through this week and we’ll be expecting as much feedback as possible from you guys starting with this morning’s post. What do you think of wealth and the role it plays in shaping a man’s life? How does it affect trust and relationships? Please use the comment box to share your thoughts.