The Uncorrectable Judge
It’s been a minute since I last wrote.
I took this break to give my all to the project I hinted about last October. I came to the reality that I have jammed so much in my coffers, that I was not getting enough quality sleep. Being involved with so many community organizations — each wanting you to give them your time; coupled with family and personal responsibilities made me realize that I may be over stretching myself and I only have me. One thing I must add is we must take charge of our lives. Once you are gone, they who required so much from you will still be up and running. So I took time off to detach and concentrate on myself. I’m glad to report that it’s in the finishing stages… as soon as it’s ready, I will share it here with my readers.
Now, I want to write about people who believe they’re the measuring sticks for what’s right for the rest of us — people who earnestly believe they do no wrong. Even when their flaws are staring at them right in their faces. These folks are so adamant in their daftness it’s mind blowing.
A few days ago, this came heads-on when I was having a conversation with one of my friends who I’m sorry to say is one of these people. As the conversation progressed, it veered to our children coming of age and getting married. She stated that her niece was planning her wedding and was only inviting two hundred people (I know). Two hundred is a big number, but if you’re familiar with the Nigerian community, that would account for your uncles and aunties alone. I relayed to her that it was her wedding and should be her decision. She ranted about all the people that saw her niece growing up and how they would be disappointed to not be invited. I informed her, it may be time to inform those people that they did not see her niece growing up. As we continued the conversation, she went on talking about how “Americanized” the kids have become and I explained to her they are raised in America. She gave me the eye.
So, I thought the conversation was over as I began talking about other matters, but she would not let the sleeping dog lie. She raised her voice and said “these kids are too Americanized and I didn’t quite get your take.” I reinforced to her that one of the probable reasons her niece doesn’t want a large crowd is because of how noisy Nigerian guests can be at events. Instead of the guests respecting and savoring the occasion, they decide to catch up on politics at your event. For example, I attended a large wedding of about 700 guests in Houston and another in LA where the bride and groom were spectacular, the event locations were out of this world. The guests were dressed to the nines, yet the MC could not get the guests to pay attention to anything that was being said. In one instance, he cursed them out and they didn’t even realise he had because of their unruliness. Imagine spending all this money on your special day to capture your event only to listen to your video afterwards and all you hear is nonsensical noise all over it like it was recorded in a marketplace. She argued “that’s the Nigerian way!”. I explained to her that that is exactly my point — your niece doesn’t want that racket on her video.
As she continued to battle me with her take, I decided there was no reason to continue this conversation with her because she can never see reality. And she’s what we in the Nigerian community deem as “uncorrectable Judges.”
Trust me, you have no business reasoning with them because they are never wrong.
