I feel mighty sad for Grandson, a pretending Yoruba Nationalist hustler who by chronology started ‘pimping’ the people way before the advent of the Biafran’s own ‘Jesus Christ.’
I remember how this dude in his earlier videocasts would suddenly surface, gently do a quick spin to then face a hidden camera. His laughable props included a meager array of brand name grocery items stacked up neatly in meticulous rows in his often deliberately left-ajar kitchen cabinets.
I knew he was a loser right there! For he missed some salient pointers about the Yorubas, his own tribe!
One, the Yoruba race is perhaps one of the most difficult race to win over by anyone, let alone by one named Grandson: the same one with the most annoying, gimmicky entrance of; sneaking into camera view from a goddamn kitchen!
Secondly, he lacks self-confidence. He looks totally unsure of his own ridiculous propaganda, and his command of the Yoruba: the fantastic language of the tribe he hoped to salvage from history’s junkyard is shamefully incoherent! Imagine for a second: a faltering, Hebrew speaking Moses hoping to lead the Isrealites into freedom! He reportedly nursed a speech impediment, and for that reason he had an able assistant speaker in one Aaron! And finally the optics of a London kitchen as a ‘Yoruba Command Center’ is damn inappropriate, unserious and somehow insulting- especially from the rigorous perspective of that highly cynical, supremely proud and for the most part-sincerely noble tribe. And guess what? The last I heard of Grandson- seems dude is still making low-quality videos from guess where: in a damn kitchen!
Kanu on the other hand is the Player of the damn year! He pimped a whole nation for Fufu, Bitterleaf soup and roasted Venison steak! I can’t stop thinking that maybe, just maybe Jay-Z recorded that 2000 multi-platinum selling track: “Big Pimpin'” for Nnamdi Kanu! And I have been playing the hell out of that track all damn day!