Before we kill Falz
Last week, somewhere around the Ejigbo area of Lagos, I saw an Alajo (daily contributions-collector) stroll out of an olosho (commercial sex workers’) house. I am not one given to assumptions or hasty generalisations but she had a modesty so holy about her that my curiosity became insanely exacerbated. She wore no earrings, her hair was in simple braids, her skirt was loose and she had the countenance of a rapture-ready “born again” Christian. I had to ask and after being assured that she was indeed a follower of Christ who also doubled as the licensed collector of daily contributions for the area Oloshos, I sank into a deep reflection. I wish I had asked if she was not conflicted about the seeming incompatibility of her religious views with the very business which produces the capital for her venture. When she dances towards the altar to drop her offering on the last Sunday of the month, does she feel a prick in her conscience? Does anything about the sermon from the pul