Olajumoke’s Unleavened Bread And The Oven Of Opportunists By Charles Novia

    I have written glowingly about the Olajumoke
    duckling-to-swan story for a few days now on my facebook page and praised those
    whose hands were compelled by the benevolence of fate to change her life.
    However, I’m a bit uncomfortable with the overexposure of
    the young lady to the media. That’s just me but from experience it may have
    unpleasant consequences if it it not well-managed.
    I agree that she should enjoy her newfound fame within the
    ambits of the international attention she’s receiving presently but I can’t
    help thinking too that she’s walking into a treacherous terrain with much of
    that overexposure.

    Questions to be asked are: who is her manager? Does she have
    one and is she being psychologically preened for the after effects of this
    exposure? What’s her state of mind in the midst of this euphoria? Given that
    she has been docked into a somewhat positive maelstrom of media machineries, is
    she being prepared for when a time would come when she might not be the flavour
    of the moment? Because I think she’s trending right now as a distraction to the
    realities we face in the socio-economic sector. Nigerians need something
    positive for once to make them forget the harsh realities of the drudgery of
    our individual existentialism in the present scheme of things. And Olajumoke is
    the perfect and beautiful distraction.
    But we are going to be bored very soon. And when that
    happens, who will cushion her expectations when things slow down? A modeling
    agency is just an agency and not a management agency. Who would manage her
    realities?
    Yes, we have all bought her bread ( pun not intended) and
    eaten slices off her loaf of inspiration. But wherein she was a slice of life a
    few days ago as a nondescript trudger of the survival path, we all are now
    partakers in the breaking of her whole loaf.
    Olajumoke has to be careful. She has a family. She has a
    husband. From empirical antecedents, the marriage is usually the first casualty
    of this kind of invasion of privacy. It happens all the time.
    If the young lady loved her husband as a bread seller, she
    should be encouraged to strengthen that love now that she’s literally a bread
    bringer to the home. Because she would soon start mixing with the hawkish lot
    who would soon start whispering serpentine advice into her ears. It happens all
    the time. Beyond the media glare would be a fundamental introspection of her
    future with the spouse.
    And that’s where the crunch lies.
    The media is all pleasant and powerful when it comes to
    pushing the Olajumokes of this world to new heights. But the media gives with
    one hand and takes with the other.
    My suggestivism does not in anyway pre-suppose an impending
    doom but alerts on an intending loom.
    The life of the Bread Seller is presently brought to us
    closer through a whimsical telescope. It won’t be long before the want of more
    sensationalism would put her life under a selfish microscope.
    Stories would soon be cooked up or exaggerated about her,
    just to suit the media.
    It happens all the time.
    That’s why she must be the person at this point in her life
    to take charge of her narrative. She must hold on the yeast of her future while
    we munch on the dough.
    Her life was unleavened just a few weeks ago.

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